Growing.

This summer has really flown by, and honestly- I'm not mentally prepared to go back to school in a little over two weeks.  Not just for the normal reasons of not wanting to go to class, or eat dining hall food (etc), but because this summer break has really been the only time in over a year that I've been able to spend actual time with my family.  I was traveling over winter and spring breaks this past year, and while it's something I love doing, I think the amount of time I've spent with my family this summer is going to make the transition back into school life more difficult than it has been for me in the past.


We were visiting with family friends earlier in the summer, and one of the adults commented that after this summer, wouldn't I be done living at home, because I would have to stay at school more to do research.  On one hand, I would probably enjoy the freedom of living in my own apartment- and I get a taste of that, to some extent, living in the dorms during the semesters.  On the other hand, however, I like knowing that I still "live at home"; that's still where I belong, and I'm not tied down to some other place instead.


Honestly, I probably won't be living at school over breaks like some people do or expect me to do.  Being at home with my family- as much as I complain about it- is more comfortable and more my style (most of the time).  Even when I am at school, I talk to my mom every day.  The way I see it is, it's growing up but not growing apart.  The independence is nice, but so is having somewhere to go back to.