Remember when you used to wet your toothbrush to trick your parents into thinking that you responsibly brushed your teeth before bedtime?  Do not deny it, we are all guilty of having told a lie or coming home past curfew at least once or 20 times with our folks.  In college, these matters do not concern us.  If I want to eat a bag of skittles for dinner and then go to the library until 2am, I can.  The independence of decisions without pardon is a college benefit that unfortunately strays away from consistent healthy behavior.

Interestingly enough, the finishing moments of the college year is called, ‘hell-week,’ where sleep and routine meals are foreign.  The focus is on studying hard, tying loose ends, and saying good-bye to the best of friends before breaking into summer.  Whether plans after hell-week entail returning home, or remaining at school for a sensible summer term, we still have the opportunity to breath.

After completing my sophomore year at Indiana University, I kissed the cornfields good-bye and hopped on a plane to New York.  It was almost as if I handed in my strenuous statistics final, blinked, and landed in my father’s bear arms.  His name is Yogi, by the way.  My family and I then went out to dinner to the most delicious Italian restaurant in Brooklyn.

# 1 reason why it is good to be home- going out to dinner is such a treat.  Not to mention the fact that I have still not adapted to the taste of Indiana’s token-choice ranch dressing, let alone their infatuation with Mexican cuisine.  After being deprived of classic NY Italian food, it was bliss to dive into a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs.

With a belly full and breath reeking of garlic, I drove home with my two brothers whose voices dropped lower and shoulders grew wider since I last saw them.  As I passed through traffic only to recall aggressive driving and thick New Yorker accented, ‘why I oughta’s’, I sighed in delight to finally pull into the driveway of the place I grew up in, my house.  Home sweet home.

Even though I know that it is still there, I always bolt up the stairs to run and jump onto my bed in my room.

#2 reason why it is good to be home- your room.  Your bedroom is where you escaped to be alone and where you brought your friends over to be so much cooler than hanging out downstairs with parents around.  In addition to your space is your bed.  One of the most comfortable pleasures of life is crawling into your very own bed.  Plus, sleeping after finals week is beyond luxurious.

Now I am past the ‘welcome home’ point and am onto the ‘making moves’ phase of home.  This is where the realities of home must adjust to a young adult’s lifestyle of desired freedom and initiative.  On my way out the door to meet up with friends, my mother said, “It’s chilly tonight, wear a jacket.”

In college, it would be absurd if a roommate suggested this, unless of course it was blizzard conditions and choice of fashion was below par.  The only reminder a roommate would give before going out would have to do with party favors.

#3 reason why it is unusual to be home- certain advice or rules are applied in a home environment that are not registered at college.  Granted, the weather was chilly.  As I buttoned my blue jean jacket that evening, I could only thank my mother for looking out for my best interest.  In college, we wing it whereas at home we are guided in the right direction.

College- our priorities hinder our care for the seemingly insignificance of structure.  Home- our priorities root from the infrastructure of the roof we sleep beneath.  Why deal with the rain if an umbrella is gladly provided?  College makes rain seem like an afterthought to the activities to perform.  Plus, a little rain only makes day calm and night exciting.  Sit inside then pounce puddles!

So far, I must agree with the refreshing lifestyle home has to offer compared to college.  Although the social atmosphere and the independence of college life is exhilarating, it is still nice to come down to earth in an organized and family centered home life.  Now I am trusted to brush my teeth and am even permitted to have friends over after curfew.  It is an understanding to accommodate the attitude of college into a household setting.