Home changes as you get older. It stops being the place you live out your life, day to day living. Food, water, shelter, place for homework, to have friends over,
After you move out, other places pick up the slack on those things, and home becomes the place you return to for a rest. I'm about to go home for Thanksgiving, and there are several reasons I am looking forward to it. They all come down to two things: 1. I miss the place where I feel most comfortable and 2. it means a break from school.
I can go home. I can relax. I don't have to think hard about directions, I can know five different ways home no matter where I am, instead of one highway, which if it gets closed, I'm screwed.
Sometimes I still feel like I'm just a visitor here, in Minnesota, and I'll be getting home after a very very long vacation. I don't want to always feel that way, but that just solidifies what Pittsburgh means to me, and always will. It's home, no matter how long I have to be away from it.
The other side of it, that I need a break from school? That's pretty self-explanatory, no? I wish I could go home without any schoolbooks and really take a break, but I guess I need to do at least something, unfortunately.
