You know what I never understood was the definition of the word “homesick.” Call me crazy, but doesn’t it logically make sense for it to describe the sickness of being home, just like “seasick” is to describe the sickness caused by the sea? No no…of course not. That’d be too easy for the English language and for me to use that as a title for this post. So yes, I’m technically experiencing a sickness caused by my home.
I didn’t have to travel hundreds of miles to experience this. Instead, it’s more like a changing of the guards every 10 weeks: Homework-meetings-projects-espresso-deadlines-sleep at home for 2 hours?-GO! Then finals rape you and before you know it, you’re back at home waking up to the way too familiar sound of vacuuming.
It’s really not that bad, but it’s clear that life wears a different skin once the end of the quarter hits. It’s supposed to be cheery ol’ time right? No more studying or finals. No more projects to half-ass at the last minute. Time to catch up with friends. Certainly I am catching up on looooads of sleep and I’m loving it, but the change is so drastic. Social life has pretty much been a struggle to keep up not because of lack of opportunities, but I feel like I’m 18 again (yes, 18, not like 12. don’t gasp — it’s rude. 
), devising intricate sneak-out plans and coming up with believable excuses that I’d tell my parents for simply just hanging out with my friends. Aside from that, my parents decided let’s not celebrate Thanksgiving this year. Instead, let’s clean out ALL our kitchen cabinets today, and tomorrow we’ll do the rest of the house! What a mighty grand plan that is! BECAUSE I WANT TO SPEND MY BREAK THAT WAY! *sigh* Maybe I’m dramatizing a liiitle, but it really isn’t too far from the truth.
As chaotic and hell-like fall quarter was with daily 8-am classes and the shitload I had on my plate, I did enjoy a lot of it. Lots of memorable nights spent hanging out with friends in the lab and getting to know new people. Now in transit between the two quarters, it’s settled some, but I’m definitely looking forward to my last quarter at RIT.
BUT, between the fun classes and and starting some clubs and perhaps even taking up the Android Challenge, I’m at a part of my life where uncertainty is taking over. I have no idea where I’ll be after graduation. The thought excites me because the possibilities are endless. I could see myself in a variety of places around the country depending on where interviews take me. Yet it’s so nerve-racking to not foresee one’s future. I can’t predict how happy I’ll be anywhere I guess. It’s all just life waiting to happen. In the meantime, it’s cranking up the job hunt and preparing for interviews. And of course, waiting for this Home-For-Two-Weeks Syndrome to wear off.
Sadly, I just realized this will be the last time I am going to experience this. Actually, what the hell…that is NOT sad! Come end of winter, I’ll be packing up and moving awaay awaaaay away from here I’ll be! (If you picked up Yellowcard on that, you think freakishly way too similar to me.) To all my drunkies at the bar on Thanksgiving Eve, cheers to that thought! Aaaand I think I’ll leave it at that. All you’s will either be drunk/in a food coma/or too busy enjoying break to read this anyway. 
Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
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