Monday, May 12, 2014
There's No Place Like Home
After four plus long months of being away from my home and family, I finally returned to the States late Friday night. When I landed in Atlanta, I turned on my phone to find that my little brother had been texting me updates about how far I was from home- he'd been tracking my flight online. That sweet gesture, combined with the thought of being back on American soil, one step closer to my family made me so happy. Finally landing in my hometown airport a few hours later made me so happy I teared up as we taxied to the jetway - I was just so overwhelmed at the thought of being home.
It's cliche to say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it's absolutely true. My younger brother and sister and I have not always gotten along. My brother is a typical seventeen-year-old swaggering his way through the remainder of high school, too cool for his big sister to cheer at his games. My sister and I are so close in age- a mere 18 months - we've not always seen eye to eye about things and have had more than one fight over 'borrowing' clothes from my closet. But regardless of those differences, they both made the effort to make sure that I knew what was going on with them, calling and iMessaging me regularly throughout the semester. I got to scream and shout with my sister when she got her assignment to cover the NCAA Tournament and I got to tear up looking at pictures of my brother in his tux going to junior prom. There were times while I was gone that I was devastated to be missing events at home, but I appreciated how thoughtful my siblings were to keep me informed about their lives.
With my last year of law school approaching a few short months from now, I'm sure that it will be a while before I have any more exciting European adventures. I'm certainly unlikely to make it out of the country between case briefs, papers, and exams. But what being away has reminded me of is all the fun that I can have right here at home, and all of the things that I missed so much while I was gone. These days, I'm grateful just for the little pleasure of getting a good barbecue sandwich and moseying over to my alma mater to watch my brother play baseball.
What did you/would you miss most about your hometown?
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