Is it Home?

These past two weeks I am sure I have mentioned that I have been a little worn out. I am glad to say that after a weekend home and doing absolutely no homework I have recovered from the college blues. It was good to go home, but I have to say, home does not really feel like home anymore.

Summer of 2007 my dad got a job at Cono Christian School. As a result, my parents packed the horses and I up and we all moved to Walker, Iowa. On the contrary, my dad and I actually did all the heavy lifting. Together we packed the horse trailer full of all our needed furniture. My arms were totally ripped at the end of that summer. We filled the horse trailer so that it was bursting at the seams six times. Yes, my family moved our own house and drove from Massachusetts to Iowa on five round trips and one, one way trip. It was really hard, and honestly, it has never really felt like home. I am so thankful that Cono gave my parents jobs, and I love the church there, but it just is not my home. When I say I am going home, I always second-guess myself by saying, “is Cono really my home?” I know I have been there almost two years, but if home is where the heart is, and my heart really is not at Cono, then I suppose it is not my true home. Going to Cono is great, I can see so many people who I have grown to love, but I feel more at home at school. Still, I did get to see my best friend, and my dad. That was the best part.

Anyway, I did no homework all weekend and I am paying for it now, but I did really need a break. Cecelia (my sister of no relation) played in the basketball tournament at Cono this weekend. I was so proud of her, but I watched so much basketball that I thought my eyes were going to fall out. Game after game after game, but it aroused some good memories of last year. Even though the memories were fun, it really fulfilled the expression “That’s so high school.” Still, there were a good amount of smiles and story telling.

Going back to Cono also means some mentoring. However, I love doing anything along the lines of helping people. I even felt accomplished when I was asked by a few students for help on their AP English papers. I guess being in college automatically makes me worthy to do such a thing, or maybe it is because I took the class senior year and thought it was awesome.

As the weekend came to end, I spent some time talking to Cecelia. We were catching up on lost time, and I kept looking at the clock, knowing that I should get back to school. I kept saying how I had to go, but really I did not want to leave. Staying and chatting was really what I wanted to do. In the end, I did end up going to a choir concert, which once again brought back some “that’s so high school” feelings.

Overall the weekend ended well. I dumped the college blues, but came back to school almost as tired as when I left. The good news is I am going on a mission’s trip to Panama City for spring break so I will not be totally bored. I am pumped. The warmth will be so nice. However, I will be missing out on some horse fun, but that’s okay, s’all good.