Before I came to college, I was so accepting to change. I was ready for a new adventure, and ready to leave the old behind. It has been great so far. I have made new friends, who encourage me, push me, and make me happy. I enjoy the classes that I have enrolled in here at BYU-Idaho. My apartment is not as terrible as I thought. I am eating good. Yes. College is a dream I never imagined. Change is good.
Until today when I got on facebook. My good ole dad had updated his status once again. He told his own little facebook world about his and my moms planned out Effin'HE (Family home evening). This activity in my opinion, sucked. This activity, was cleaning my room. A change. A small, little change that came to grow in my heart. I haven't been home in like a month...and the next time I do...who knows what my mom will have done with it. It didn't take me long to pick up my phone, and tell my parents to get out. But it also didn't take me long to realize that getting upset over them just harmlessly cleaning my room and preparing it for guests, was not a big deal....
But it lead to me to thinking about the other many things that will have changed when I return home. And to think that this 'change' was something that I wanted all summer, all 4 years of high school, has become a lost thought.
It has become so unwanted, but wanted. I love this new change. I guess what I'm trying to say is...Why can't I have my cake and eat it too? I want my home to stay the same. I want the chance to go home and get that warm cozy, comfort feeling of mi casa. But I also, want to live my new adventure at college.
So can I have my cake? But could I eat it also?
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