Coming Home

After a very eventful and fun filled term I was require to check in with my parents back in my hometown. Usually in my first returns I was happy, and eagerly waiting the day to be embraced once again by those who I left back home. This however was not one of those times. I had attempted to set up a plan to avoid this encounter however the day seemed like it couldn't be avoided. Before actually leaving to go home I had a nice talk with my housemates about my feelings of returning home. In the end the part that stuck out to me is that sometimes we go home for ourselves and sometimes go back for our loved ones. Having been home for a full week I know that our thoughts then were right; I was home because the people I love most needed me. Somewhere in between trying to discover myself and to explore life I had forgotten that my life might actually be important to someone else. That really we have no idea why it is we meet people and why certain things happen. The uncertainty is something that has always concerned and intrigued me. I know for sure that there is some reason for me to be home and hopefully i'll find out why.