and you will see my shadow on every wall
with the end of every semester break and requisite sojourn home comes the melancholy homesickness i have yet to get used to after two years. as always when i go home, it feels like i never left. when i first left home the sensation unnerved me; i couldn’t wait to turn my back on the place for good. it took two years of living somewhere else, a place i had once idealized for so long, to realize that what i had left behind really wasn’t that bad. i’m not necessarily saying i regret coming here; it’s made me grow up in wyas i never would be able to if i’d stayed. nor am i saying i’m definitely going home after i graduate. but there’s something very comforting about always having a place like home to go back to.
