Home is where the heart is

I always anxiously mark down the days on my calendar until the day that is circled going home! Something I've noticed about college or even in my dorm is that, it's not home. Going home this weekend I realized that it is much more than just your room to yourself and a home cooked meal. Home is the comfort of unconditional love and security. Reminiscence is around each corner, conversation, and time spent together. My home opens your heart and this made me recognize my discomforts in Tampa.

I went to Tampa with a closed heart. I was insecure and afraid of my new surroundings. I am in a new residence hall and my only comfort and what I only knew was three and half hours away. I lost who I was trying to fit in and trying to become comfortable. I tried to stay busy with my studies and hide from what is unknown to me. 

Being home this weekend it was easy to pick up were I left off, it was like I never left home. Today I ran two miles and walked a mile and enjoyed it. Running is who I am and some how in Tampa I lost my true essences. I never felt such love and comfort in my house. I stretched out on the couch and embraced my dog Alice and felt the warmth of the sun setting through the blinds. I was at home and myself. My heart is wide open and I have no uneasiness here. 

Tomorrow on my way back to Tampa I'm bringing my home with me. i can't bring back my mom, brother, or dog. My bed won't fit in my boyfriend's car, and I'm pretty sure my shower can't be detached from the bathroom without causing physical damage to my house but 

tomorrow I'm bringing an open heart back up to Tampa this way it will be my home away from home