This weekend has been my first weekend home from college and it's been...interesting. Home feels like I'm half at home. My room looks different, more bare than it used to...My family is the same and that's good but the economy is kicking their ass at the moment so things could be better. I did get to see my friends and I missed them so much but now it sucks to say goodbye all over again. I feel like a wanderer, coming back every now again to sit on the old hill of my hometown and watch all I knew become new again. My father came home just to meet me and that was nice. I feel like I'm not the only one on this journey to find myself; my father is too. I won't get into the details but I hope he'll be okay.

I come home Monday and I'm glad and sad at the same time. I'm glad to be back at school because it's such a fun place to be but at the same time, leaving here again still makes me a bit sad.

One day they'll sing it out loud, one day I'll make them proud. I promise.