Erica’s Edition: Homesick College Student

With almost three years of college under my belt, I never thought I’d say I’m homesick. Last weekend was Little Sibs Weekend at Manchester, and even though my brother is older than the age they allow sibs to come he still came to stay for Friday and Saturday.  My mom dropped him off to me on Friday afternoon and she brought me some awesome giraffe cups (my favorite animal!) from their spring break trip to Minnesota. The plan was for my dad to pick him up Saturday evening.


What I didn’t expect, though, was to get a call from my grandma saying she would be in the area, visiting my cousin at Grace. I made arrangements with her for my brother and me to go out with them for ice cream on their way back home. What I didn’t realize was two of cousins and my uncle were with my grandparents. So it turned out I unexpectedly got to spend time with both my parents, my brother, my grandparents, my uncle, and my cousins last weekend.


I never thought I’d say I’m homesick, but after I got to spend a really short time with a lot of my family I really was homesick after they all left. I was pretty down all Saturday night, especially after hearing that my dad and brother were going to see Captain America because I love going to see movies with them. I started thinking about all the things I’m missing out on, and that made me even more homesick. Only the season 4 premiere of Game of Thrones Sunday night was able to get me out of my slump.


I’m pretty excited to be going home next weekend for Easter, but I have a feeling that leaving again is going to be sad. I think the thought of only having one year of school left is making me nostalgic and nervous for the unknown. But for right now, I’m having a great time at Manchester. I’m surrounded by friends I love and I love my classes and professors. Although I miss home, I love my life at Manchester and I love learning.



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