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missing home even while I'm there

Since this semester started I haven’t had much time at home.

It’s rare that I have a whole, twenty-four hour day just at home—with no classes to get to, no events to attend, no work shift to pick up. There’s little time to just sit at home now, not doing anything huge, not wacking my brains out over homework…just sitting. Being.

I’m missing it.

As bored as I sometimes get in the long empty days of summer, it’s…relaxing. There’s lots of time to think and contemplate, to mull things over in your mind. That’s not the case during the school year. It’s one thing to the next, maybe a Saturday here and there to catch your breath before starting all again.

Home is good. You should probably be at home more than you are right now (that is, unless you’re at home 90% of the time—if that’s the case, dang, go somewhere, anywhere). When we’re old and grey, I think the stuff we’ll miss most is just the days where we sat at home. A time will come where I’ll be willing to give just about anything to sit in my old bedroom, my converse sneakers propped on my desk, my computer sitting to the side, a book sitting on the other side, a cup of coffee in front of me, listening to Isakov, just staring aimlessly out the window.

Perfect day right there.

I want to travel. I want to go places. I want to see the world. I want to do things. But more than that, I want to prioritize home and the simple stuff. Life is made up of the short slow moments, so find places to be slow.

Even while I’m living at home I’m missing it.