Tuesday, January 12, 2010My little sister Anna freaked out today when we stepped into the car after Daniel's tae-kwon-do practice. She told Daddy not to start the car because he would then set into motion my last carride home with them for a long long while.
I told her we can't stop time.
Leaving home is always such a painful experience, and I always end up bawling about it, embarrassingly enough. Saying goodbye is always the hardest part. Living on after the goodbye is so much easier, I feel like, since schoolwork and the busy pace of college life soon takes over.
My sister asked me where home was to me. I told her home is where my heart is, but also where I feel the most warmth. At Penn, when I say I'm going home, I mean a tiny room in Hill College House. But when break comes around and I say I'm going home, I mean to Charlotte, NC, not for the city or the pretty neighborhood and the nice weather, but for the people, my family, waiting at baggage claim to pick me up.
I told her we can't stop time.
Leaving home is always such a painful experience, and I always end up bawling about it, embarrassingly enough. Saying goodbye is always the hardest part. Living on after the goodbye is so much easier, I feel like, since schoolwork and the busy pace of college life soon takes over.
My sister asked me where home was to me. I told her home is where my heart is, but also where I feel the most warmth. At Penn, when I say I'm going home, I mean a tiny room in Hill College House. But when break comes around and I say I'm going home, I mean to Charlotte, NC, not for the city or the pretty neighborhood and the nice weather, but for the people, my family, waiting at baggage claim to pick me up.
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