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Once upon a time there was a girl (though her gender was questionable; she used the word "girl" for ease in society) who didn't care for being home. Oh, she needed her own space, a room to return to in which to lick her wounds and ignore the world and not be intruded on, but essentially that could be anywhere. It didn't matter to her if her parents or brother were around; she enjoyed her social life, and she loved her friends, but it wasn't particularly important to her to be at home. She had never been homesick in her life.
One day, that girl (for lack of a better term) went to college. She expected an adjustment period, in which she would sorely miss her close friendships and the ability to truly be herself with people, but what she didn't know was that the city she had always thought she hated had slowly made its way into her heart. Her parents came to visit her in her new place of residence, and she realized that she DID care for having them around. She got tired of spending constant time with them, but she suddenly understood how important they were to her.
She even sometimes missed her brother.
And her friends... they were so important to her, and she had known they were, but it was brought home one day when she was crying alone in her room. Her roommate had stepped out for the moment, and she burst into tears. She realized that currently, she had no one to call, no one's house to go to for comfort. She had to rely on satellites to communicate her sadness to her friends, because she didn't have much money and didn't know where to buy phone cards. And even talking on the phone is overrated when there are arms to be held in.
Of course, most painful of all to her was how much she needed the boy (whose gender was more questionable than her own, but for lack of a better term, we'll stick with the physical definition) she loved near her. She knew she would miss him desperately when she left; what she didn't know was how they seemed to share the same thoughts, the same mind, even when they were more than a thousand miles apart. She longed just to retreat to him when things seemed sinister, or difficult, as she had always been able to do. But their communication was limited to only an hour or so a day, on average. She was used to far more than that. Everything seemed wrong when she couldn't share her life with him.
She wanted to go home. She knew later she would love college. But now, she just wanted to be home again.
One day, that girl (for lack of a better term) went to college. She expected an adjustment period, in which she would sorely miss her close friendships and the ability to truly be herself with people, but what she didn't know was that the city she had always thought she hated had slowly made its way into her heart. Her parents came to visit her in her new place of residence, and she realized that she DID care for having them around. She got tired of spending constant time with them, but she suddenly understood how important they were to her.
She even sometimes missed her brother.
And her friends... they were so important to her, and she had known they were, but it was brought home one day when she was crying alone in her room. Her roommate had stepped out for the moment, and she burst into tears. She realized that currently, she had no one to call, no one's house to go to for comfort. She had to rely on satellites to communicate her sadness to her friends, because she didn't have much money and didn't know where to buy phone cards. And even talking on the phone is overrated when there are arms to be held in.
Of course, most painful of all to her was how much she needed the boy (whose gender was more questionable than her own, but for lack of a better term, we'll stick with the physical definition) she loved near her. She knew she would miss him desperately when she left; what she didn't know was how they seemed to share the same thoughts, the same mind, even when they were more than a thousand miles apart. She longed just to retreat to him when things seemed sinister, or difficult, as she had always been able to do. But their communication was limited to only an hour or so a day, on average. She was used to far more than that. Everything seemed wrong when she couldn't share her life with him.
She wanted to go home. She knew later she would love college. But now, she just wanted to be home again.
