Back Home

I got back from fall break Sunday afternoon and was really happy to be back. I opened up the door to our room and smiled at the sight of it all: our rug, the bunk bed, my roommate Eddie’s Peruvian and Spanish art hanging on the wall, our flags and even the bookshelf.

I was home.

It’s funny, over break, when I was at my “real home” in Columbia, I often caught myself referring to my residence at the Mount as “home.” “No, Mom, I didn’t bring that with me, I left it at home,” I explained to my mother one day. Of course, I knew that I was at home with my family in Columbia, and I enjoyed being with them a lot (especially sharing a home-cooked meal with them). I still wonder, what makes a place “home?” I guess that’s open to everyone’s own interpretation. I just know it felt right being back at the Mount to see all of my friends—to laugh, study late, grab late night snacks from the Café, and share stories from our breaks. Even as I settled into bed late on Sunday night, I looked up at the ceiling and thought “Man, it’s good to be home.”