I can visualize, smell and savor the concentrated scent of cinnamon on my mom’s cranberry apple-crisp baking in the oven.
I’m getting ready for my first trip back home after seven weeks of cafeteria food, and I am eager to devour my favorite family recipes.
Since my family lives in St. Louis, a weekend trip is not an option, but three days is enough time for a visit home. This is the longest I have lived away from my childhood bed and Tiffany-box colored bedroom.
I can smell and feel my striped duvet cover, down comforter and thin cotton sheets.
I am looking forward to a stocked pantry filled with boxes of my favorite cereal and my beloved Power Bars. It will be a relief to know that I don’t have to dig deep in my jeans for my debit card or shop at the local Wal-Mart.
While some of my high school friends will also be returning home for the first time this weekend, I am ashamed to admit that my typical reaction to hearing about their experiences will probably be one of envy. I will always believe “the grass is always greener on someone else’s campus.”
As much as I enjoy, feel comfortable and at home at Bonaventure — and knowingly made the right choice for my college experience — I am quite good at comparing, contrasting and making the huge leap that my high school peers are at the perfect place.
The exciting times my high school friends share will always sound more appealing than mine, but I am going to work on keeping my college experience real and in perspective.
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