Leaving Again

Home is the place that your heart is. Well, what happens if your heart is in two different places at once.

After being in college for three years you think that I would have gotten used to leaving and coming home again. Well, it isn't that easy. I am a senior and I still have trouble saying goodbye at the end of the summer. It isn't the friends at home or the parties that I miss; its my family. My mom and sister and I are so close that people tell us we look like best friends rather than a mother and her daughters. Family, to me, is so important. It is as necessary as breathing, and the first priority in my life. My mother and my sister happen to agree with my opinion so it is interesting trying to put someone first in your life when they are trying to put you first at the same time. Now make that three people. It is always a circus in our house, the three of us running in and out; to work and school and social events. The best part is that we make it work and we are still a family. When I come home during the school year, we always go out to dinner, just the three of us and spend time together. My mother and I take walks with the dogs in the park. My sister and I go shopping together. It is really great to be able to know that you know so much about the lives of the people that you live with. Or don't live with as the case may be, but they still include me in their plans and their hopes and dreams. I talk on the phone with each of them at least three times a week and that means more to me than any other relationship that I have in this world. I even talk to the dogs on the phone once a week. My Roycie misses me. I think that he is the only dog that I know that will listen for a certain voice when someone is on the phone. They tell me he always looks so happy when I talk to him on the phone.