The Bona Bubble

It felt odd walking into my old bedroom, seeing my friends for the first time in months, and driving past my high school.
It seemed odd to be stuck in traffic and drive past large shopping malls and tall buildings.

But by far the weirdest feeling to returning home was having a binding curfew instated. A curfew? My dad insisted that I be home by midnight. Just like life in high school.

Midnight? The negotiator in me tried unsuccessfully to add a few hours to his time clock. I pleaded and begged until finally I was able to maneuver and persuade him to add an hour to my evening.

While I was looking forward to going home and stepping out of the Bona college bubble for a few days, I miss the freedom and independence that comes with college life. When Tuesday arrived, I was eager to head back to campus to see my college friends and be curfew free.

It was great to return home and see familiar faces. From the grocery store to the local coffee shop, it was fun to reconnect with friends and family. I even enjoyed the bombardment of the same questions over and over. How is my roommate? How are classes? How is college? Each day was packed with non-stop activity visiting friends, spending time with family and running errands.

So far, college is one huge lesson in time management; so was going home for a few days.