For fall break I made the trek home to Kentucky. There is definitely a feeling of home that cannot be replaced. Living 12 hours away I feel a constant desire to go home and unwind, being jealous of the people who can escape campus easily on any given weekend. There are many pleasures at home that I am able to take advantage of, food, friends, family, free stuff, and my boyfriend.
I had a lavish weekend, staying out late and filling up on the food I cannot commonly have here at school. Mainly Qdoba, a Mexican restaurant, which supplies my favorite burrito. There must be an addictive drug in it, because I could eat one everyday of my life, I had three while home. Besides Qdoba, I spent almost no money being treated and taken out by family and old friends wanting to see me.
The easiness of Louisville is irreplaceable. I cannot describe how nice it was to be able to hop in my car and be anywhere I want in 20 minutes. And, if I wanted starbucks, it was right around the corner, instead of a cab or ferry ride away. Maybe because it was instant gratification? There is a comfort of knowing where everything is and being where you grow up. Maybe trying to go back to being a child, like Brown and Freud pointed out? Nonetheless, I think everyone will agree home is where the heart is.
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