Photo by: Clarion
As Moms and Grandmoms weekend weekend finally rolled around, I began to question, “Do I really need them to visit?”
Just look at me; since last quarter, I’ve gotten everything under control. I’m maintaining good grades, I’ve learned how to shop for groceries, I know how to choose all the right classes (Rate My Professor can be thanked for that) and I’ve managed to make my bed at least once a week (an upgrade).
Rewind time four months back and I would have been completely honest in telling anyone that I was in desperate need of a big mama’s hug and a hotel queen-sized bed to go along with it.
Parents Weekend had been advertised and disguised as a social event, but I could easily decipher the true purpose of a family visit just five weeks into the school year. Parents weekend was, in fact, a rescue mission. For unlike anything before, college seemed to be the most challenging thing with which to adapt.
Unfortunately, rather than enjoying the comfort of being able to see my parents, the trip was spoiled by countless trips to Super Target, a complete reorganization of my room and getting lost driving around downtown.
This time around, it was different different. In the days leading up to the weekend, I no longer prayed for a helicopter to airlift me out of my bed or off campus.
Instead, campus has become my home. Nelson is the kitchen, my roommate has become my sibling, and my hall’s R.A. now has grown to be more of a motherly figure than anything else.
Sure, the “luxury” of sleeping on a mattress pad that refuses to slide off my bed will be, to say the least, refreshing, but I’ve actually grown oddly accustomed to the old thing.
As opposed to my first quarter as a college student, I truly miss the sanctity of the un-vacuumed carpet of my dorm.
It’s a comfort I never seemed to experience during those first three months of classes yet I’m sure that college wasn’t necessarily supposed to feel like home when I hauled that first package of Bed, Bath, and Beyond appliances up the McFarlane stairway in September.
Now that September has quickly become February and my family paid me a second visit, I didn’t need to plan for an escape. This time, I just showed them around.
