It has been an interesting week; it gave me a lot to think about. It was my first trip back home since coming here. I was shocked to return home and find that my old room did not feel like the home I once knew. My parents have completely redone it. The sheets on my bed are new, everything was dusted, it smelled good, and considering I had lived there for nearly eight years that is a major feat for humanity. It was still home (more than UNH) so don't mistake me. It was something new to think of. It was hard to leave home. I have decided, partly due to my time here, that Vermont will always be my home. I can be a person there that I cannot be here. I can release my burdens and weight of the world; it seems as if it had never rested upon my shoulders. It was a liberating five days.

I came back to UNH, glad to be regaining things like a high speed Internet connection and a computer that actually works. I also came back with the usual anticipation I receive from classes and tests. I have a lot of responsibility here, and after living a week with none, I wish it did not have to end. There is a part of me that lives here and will travel with me whereever I go. Vermont will always be my home; a place I can come back to when I need to release the weight that will undoubtedly accumulate as I continue to live my life. My home in Vermont is not a place I go to face the reality of the world. It never can be or else I would have little love in returning. What I have here at UNH, is a temporary home where I can reside and face the world. I don't know if that makes sense. There are a lot of things I thought of over the vacation that make little sense to me. I guess I will have to wait until Christmas break to sort them out. Right now, however, I need to face reality.