live in love.

i knew from the moment i set foot on campus that i most likely wouldn’t be homesick.  it made me feel slightly proud of myself, as if i were more self-sufficient than everyone else here, as though missing your family made you weak or incompetent.  i never thought i would envy the people who are so homesick.  it makes me wish that my family was so important to me that i would sit on a bus for 8 hours to see them for a day and a half.  my friends are all gone, in all parts of the country, and i miss them more than i could possibly explain,  i miss the beach, my friends back home, my town, my bed, my room, that comfortable feeling that can only come from a tried-and-true routine.  but i don’t miss my family.  it makes me wonder what kind of life everyone else had, that they have such strong ties to their parents.  it makes me wonder what kind of parents my parents were, but more than anything, it makes me wonder what kind of daughter i was.