I have been back living at my house with my family since Thursday. I got back at about 7 in the evening, sat down on the couch, and watched t.v. with my little brother. As we sat and had our normal small-talk conversation about fantasy football, I was on the brink of tears. I was finally home. Things were finally slowing down.
For the past four months, stressed has been my default setting. Between classes, work, people, and other various responsibilities, I have had an immense amount of trouble trying to recharge my battery. I have never felt more overwhelmed in my life. Being around family and old friends has really helped me realize how blessed I am. Even though family can be the people who wear on us the most, they are also in most cases the people who care the most. It truly is a great feeling to love people and to be loved by people. That is the when I feel at home.
IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME.