so, last week. spring break. at one of the craziest campuses i think i have ever set foot on. 

beached. tanned. everything you could imagine. almost. 

but i think it was when i came back and spent time with my family that i think... 

...i think, 

i was truly happy. 

there was a sense of nostalgia despite having to be stuck in the car with these three people that ive known the longest my entire life. there was a sense of comfort, a sense of security that i just hadn't felt in ages and ages. and that little campus on the beach in florida just didn't feel the same. sure i get to be a crazy college kid, do whatever i want, whenever i want. it was really liberating, amazing, and wonderful. but it's not home. 

i can only imagine how, if i get in, England will be like... i'm actually a little afraid, to be honest with you. i've never been apart from my family for longer than three weeks. separation anxiety? eff. i hope not.