~ Back To the Grindstone ~
After having completed an arduous first semester of college, packing up my room, and experiencing every wrong thing that can occur to one in an airport (for which I am now called a “well-seasoned traveler” by family and friends), I was reunited with my family! For the first time in five months, I was able to hold my Dad's hand, hug my Mom whenever I wanted to, have conversations in my brothers' bedroom late into the night, and playing, for the first time (...in a long time), a well-tuned piano. The month break was worth every second. But despite this lengthy break, the day of packing my luggage, and saying goodbye to friends and family, arrived without even warning me. Before I knew it, I was in the family minivan with Mom and Dad in the front and myself in the back. After a twelve and a half hour journey through freezing rain, we arrived back on campus. We had a last meal together, Mom and Dad gave me their hugs and kisses and drove off, back to my beloved Mitten. I would be lying to you if I said that the second time your family leaves you is easier than the first, but it is not. Truth be told, at least for me, it is far worse. I did not cry when they left, but it is almost a week later since their leaving me and I am still hurting. What can I say? I am a homebody!
Alas, though, a new semester is here and I must face it. Keeping myself hydrated, getting enough hours of sleep, and studying, with, of course, small breaks to rejuvenate me, will make this semester far better than the first! In fact, I am confident it will. It is back to the 'ol grindstone for me. Wish me luck!
~ Maria
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