I have become too obsessed with PostSecret. Honestly, I thought they were dumb when I first heard about them, and now regret ever thinking such blasphemous things. Trust me, this will not be the only mention of PostSecret in this blog.
I am currently sitting in Terminal 5 of John F. Kennedy International Airport. I am waiting for my flight out to Rochester back to school. For the past four-ish months, I’ve been back home in the Bronx where I had some well-needed rest, reconnected with friends, disconnecting with others, and making completely new connections with great people. It has been a great summer. I finished my freshman year of college with flying colors. I had my first job. I organized myself and my life better. I started to like my family a whole lot more. And I found a teensy, weensy bit of direction in life, too.
Here’s where the PostSecret comes in. I have a folder of postcards that I have saved over the past few months, and one that I can recall like the back of my hand says, “College has made me lose the sense of what home is.”
At this point, I’m feeling a tiny bit antsy about going back to school (but being at the airport has made it better, and I’m sure that by the time I actually get there, I’ll feel better about it). I feel like a freshman again. A crapload of new obstacles are being placed in front of me, and I’m not sure how well I’ll deal with them. And just as I feel like I was getting settled back at “home,” I’m jetting back to Rochester. Actually, thinking about the situation again, I feel like a sophomore. I’m stuck between home and school, and I don’t know which I like more, and I don’t know... a lot of things. I just don’t know enough right now. I know more than I did as a freshman, but that’s why it’s even more daunting to return to school than it was to go for the first time a year ago.
As a freshman, I had no expectations. I was leaving everything that I thought was home behind and being put somewhere completely new. And it was great. And now, after going back home, I see how much I love being there while missing what it was like to be at college. And now, I’m straddling between the two, and I’m just confused.
It’s a little too early for me (and I had far too little sleep) to really think of something profound to say, but there’s definitely a point to what I’m writing. I hope.
I think my flight will be boarding really soon, so I’ll cut this short. But I hope that I’ll be able to figure out what home is. For me.