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I started thinking about the concept of home over the weekend. Every time I moved somewhere different, I always saw Knoxville as my "home." That's where I was born and partially grew up, and where pretty much all my family lived. I had my own room at my grandparents' house. But ever since they sold that house and my family moved back here, it doesn't feel the same. I mean, my parents haven't bought a house yet, they're just renting, so I guess that makes since. But every time I go home for breaks or long weekends, I feel like I'm just at a hotel, or staying at someone else's house. I don't feel like I'm at home. I think I'm finally starting to part ways and begin my own life. Hopefully next year I'll have my own place and can start my own concept of home.
Another thing I realized was that life has gone on without me at home now. When I first moved out, everyone would be excited to see me when I came home, but now they've gotten used to it. Even my cat, that I've had since I was in 2nd grade, ignores me when I get home. I know it sounds stupid, but I used to get annoyed all the time because she'd follow me around the house, but now she's latched on to my little brother. My family has finally worked around the fact that I'm not around to clean up after everyone and cook anymore. I was mom #2 to my brothers, helping them with their homework and driving them around to their friends house. I was happy not to have those responsibilities in the beginning, but now I actually miss it. But the one thing I do enjoy now is all the freedom I have, I definitly do not want to give that up.
Another thing I realized was that life has gone on without me at home now. When I first moved out, everyone would be excited to see me when I came home, but now they've gotten used to it. Even my cat, that I've had since I was in 2nd grade, ignores me when I get home. I know it sounds stupid, but I used to get annoyed all the time because she'd follow me around the house, but now she's latched on to my little brother. My family has finally worked around the fact that I'm not around to clean up after everyone and cook anymore. I was mom #2 to my brothers, helping them with their homework and driving them around to their friends house. I was happy not to have those responsibilities in the beginning, but now I actually miss it. But the one thing I do enjoy now is all the freedom I have, I definitly do not want to give that up.