Back to School

I remember when back to school time was so much fun. There were new clothes, new shoes, and a occassional new backpack. And suddenly, when I got to college it all changed. Maybe it was because I was paying for everything myself...maybe it was growing up, but back to school became scary. Before, not a lot changed. The people were mostly the same in class. the school itself was the same. Except for in Junior high and high school. And then college came, and back to school became terrifying.


Everyone was new and different. Every year I would live in a new place. Nothing was the same. The joy of back to school stuff is lost in the dread that I am moving out. I am leaving home and all I care about. Not even the joy of being on my own can fill that void of being away from home.


sure, the people make a house a home. And I want to feel at home. To know I'm loved, and wanted and safe. I want to be home. Be home no matter where I am. No matter where the road of life may take me. I want to be home.


There's no place like home.