I came to school with a purpose: to further my skills and career as a musician. It felt good to leave the nest, and I know it was for my own good, but at the same time, it does not feel that way. I am from a state where one football team never wins a game and the other always chokes when it comes to the playoffs. The good, the bad, and the ugly of home? I miss it in ways I could not even imagine. Homesickness has set in hard, and oh boy is it making me want to go home and see my loved ones. I am an Ohioan; I hail from Cincinnati and the school I attend is 800 miles from the place I spent most of my life.
The food down south is not the same: some for the better and others for the opposite. That honestly is one of my biggest gripes; I talk about chili spaghetti and people look at me funny when in reality it is one of the best things out there and you can only find it in my home state. I have to order things off of amazon that you can only find in Ohio. These are mostly foods but there is nothing like food that taste like home. I have talked about food a lot, I know, but it is one of the few things that helps me keep my identity, that signifies where I am from because I know of these foods and I grew up with them.
Do not get me started on my family because boy oh boy do they love to talk my head off since I have left. I miss them a lot in all honesty. I do not have much family down south compared to the people I have been around the majority of my life. Even lifelong friends of mine are talking to me on a constant basis with one always saying that she loves me, which is sweet to hear all the time. I’m glad to be away, but am I really? All I know is I can’t wait to get a care package from home, and I still need to remind my mom to do that now that I mention it.