When you’re a college kid, nothing beats coming home for Thanksgiving.
Home. Connotations include: pure bliss, comfort, safety, mom, love, happiness, routine, puppies, pumpkin pie, warm welcomes. You just can’t beat the first hug you get from your mom the moment you walk through your kitchen door, your puppies nipping at your slippered heels. I’ve been away from home since July, and I can’t tell you how good it feels to be back in the arms of my hometown. It’s like it knows to stay almost exactly how I left it. Dorothy Gale is certainly right–there is truly no place like home.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and I couldn’t begin to tell you all the reasons I am so grateful for the little corner of the world I grew up in. The restaurants. The shopping. The weather. My friends. My sweet dogs, Kasper and Snoopy (I should really dedicate a whole post on them sometime; they really are that important). My bed. My shower’s glorious water pressure. Mom’s little domestic touches to make every moment at home magical (think little jingle bells on me and my sister’s door;Christmas came early in this household). Getting a few days to feel like I couldn’t have a care in the world.
It’s just all so nice.
When you’re a college student that has decided to venture a good ways from home, sometimes it feels like you’re drifting on a teetering raft of uncertainty, unsure of who you are and where you are going. You don’t know where you’ll be in a few years–a job? Grad school? A steady relationship? In a loft overlooking downtown? On main street in cohorts with the old-timers? You can’t know for sure; the future is a mystery to the common college kid. There is one thing we can truly always count on: our hometown will always be there, a steady beam of light slicing through the foggy unknown, eager to lead us to solid ground in case we float astray. It might not be our final destination, but it will always be the starting point and our lighthouse in case of faltering confidence and/or surprises along the way.
Home is always there.
I have no clue where I’ll end up in the long run, but I do know that my hometown will always be one of my favorite places in the world. It helped shape me into the person I am today. Home is comfortable, safe. Even when it physically changes, the comfort my hometown provides will be steady and unchanging. Hometowns are like your favorite blanket as a kid–although it’s wearing thin and can’t exactly fulfill your needs anymore, it still provides you with an incredible softness that can’t easily be described.
So cuddle with your favorite blanket, my fellow college kids. Savor those scarce embraces from your mom. Sneak your dogs a few extra treats. Veg out and watch your favorite movies. Enjoy the simple luxury that I call home.