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So I'm a college student, but I still return home from time to time to visit my family.
This weekend is one of those weekends.
I always find the time that I spend at home now strange, because this place, the place where I used to call "home" really is not my "home" anymore. I have a bed here, but anymore, this is no longer my bed, instead it has just become a bed. It is rather strange, and I feel somewhat out of place when I am here, almost like it is some kind of vacation or something.
Then there is another thing that when I am home, my parents are constantly "checking in" on me. It's kinda cute at first that they want to see how I am doing and want to make sure that everything is ok, but after a little while, it gets quite frustrating and annoying.
I'm not used to people randomly sticking their nose into my room to ask me if I'm doing "alright," and it always comes as a surprise when it happens. On the upswing, whenever I am hungry I can tell one of my parents such and I will pretty much instantly have a sandwich, so that's pretty cool.
When I am at home, I also need to be courteous of my family. I need to worry about walking in the back door of my house at 4:00 in the morning so that I don't wake anyone up. I need to text my parents to tell them that I'm going to be staying out late. I need to constantly be watching my language and making sure I don't go into too much detail describing some of my more hilarious college exploits.
Then there's also the thing that when I'm at home, my family wants me to spend all of my time with them. I try to tell them, but they seem to not realize that while I am home I have a lot of friends that I would like to see and hang out with as well, and also I need time to study (I am a college student after all).
I feel that whenever I am home my family always tries to plan activities for me to do with them, and I feel really bad about telling them "no" that I already have other plans. It's even harder since I only come home for a weekend every 7 weeks or so, so we have little time together.
Coming home is also strange because it always seems like while I'm away things change. For example, when I stepped into my family's living room last night, I realized that they had redone a lot of it. The couches were in a different position, the walls were painted different colors, we had a new rug, new pictures were lining the walls... it was really unexpected! I stepped into the room and all I could say was "wow." It was a big change out of nowhere, especially since we've had pretty much the same living room setup my entire life.
Oh well, so I guess there are some good things and some bad things about coming home, I enjoy spending time with my family and some of my friends who I don't get to see as often... but I don't like the change in lifestyle that I need to undergo while I am here.
What are your thoughts about going home or spending time with family?