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Sweet Home Chicago
As this semester comes to a close, it is hard to shake the excitement of traveling home. I have dreams of traveling down I-57, taking the exit to my street, and seeing my house draped in twinkling lights for the first time. There is nothing quite like that first step into your house after a long week of finals. The cookies waiting from my mom are not a bad consolation either.
The end of this semester has made me reflect on going home. While it’s a great feeling to head north, I take comfort in feeling a little sad to leave Champaign. As college students, we have the good fortune of being able to build a home-away-from-home. In my opinion, the best way to tell if you have made the right decision about college is the feeling you get when you are traveling home for breaks. The people I have met, experiences I have had, and coursework I have taken through my seven semesters at the U of I have made leaving for three weeks an unappealing thought.
We build bonds to the lives we have grown independently from the security of our hometowns. The bond that I have built to this campus is directly rooted in the people I have met. In the College of ACES, a Chicago girl could find herself swimming in uncharted waters. However, once I transferred into the college, I found that the individuals I met were welcoming, inspiring, and eager to teach. Each day, I learn something that I can apply to my life personally or professionally. I consider myself lucky to have been accepted into a college that is continually producing students who are making positive influences on the future of society.
Home has taken on new meaning for me since my acceptance into the College of ACES. It has made me realize that home can be an emotion we attach to a sequence of places, instead of just one stationary place. For me, Chicago is home; Champaign-Urbana is home; my desk, where I write this very blog post, is home. So whether it’s a cornfield, a skyscraper, or mom’s home-cooking, embrace the chances to find your homes.