Goodbyes Are Always Harder When They Aren't By Choice

I love college, I really do.  It is a wonderful atmosphere and everyone here at BYU is kind and loving.  On that note, I love home more. This weekend we had Monday off because of MLK day so my cousin, her boyfriend and I drove the 12 hour trip to Yakima Washington.  It was amazing. Being home makes me feel so loved and happy.  When I leave, I feel lonely for days after.  It just so happened to be that my best friend/high school boyfriend had his birthday on Friday.  When we got there Friday night, I showed up at his house to suprise him.  Best birthday present ever! Saturday I worked with my family at my dad's glass shop, cutting 1 inch mirrors for an upcoming play.  I know it sounds weird and lame, but I had so much fun just bonding with my siblings.  When Sunday night rolled around, goodbyes were hard.  If I could, I would stay home and give up on school.  I would regret it in the future when I was 30 years old and still living with my parents without an education, but I love it so much.  If you think spending time with your family sucks, and all you want is to get away and hang with friends, get over it.  Friends come and go, but family lasts forever.