Holidays never used to be hard for me, but the longer I’ve been in college, the more I’ve missed the idea of “home”. The other day, as my boyfriend took off for his hometown for Easter weekend, I started scrolling through my phone searching for pictures of Arizona. I haven’t been to that home of mine since December 2013. But as I was scrolling, I started realizing that home is what you make of it and who you fill it with.
So, this… well, this is my home..
And every day closer to California and my final co-op makes me worry more and more about moving away from these wonderful people and this amazing city. For the first time since I was 18, I won’t be living in Boston. It’s only 6 months away, but my heart is already starting to break at the thought of leaving these for half a year.
I’ll always love this place, these people, and the memories they’ve all given me.