Home for the Weekend

I go to school approximately nine hours away from my hometown, so I had never done the traditional going-home-for-the-weekend thing that many college students do. Last weekend, however, I finally got to understand this phenomenon. Finally now, during my last semester of undergraduate work, I got to drive home for a weekend. Now I finally understand the draw of this behavior.

There is something incredibly relaxing about just being at home. There's a feeling of being cared for by your parents, even though you're an adult. You get to see people without having to worry about the holiday rush. In addition, people largely don't expect you to be home and you're not there for very long, so there are very few obligations that must be met. Why couldn't I have discovered this sooner?

During my visit I went to see some friends perform at the high school Solo and Ensemble contest. I don't think I've felt quite that old in recent memory. I realized that it has been four full years since I performed in the contest, and kids that I remember being tiny are now performing as seniors in high school. This aging thing really MUST be stopped...