Two places

After I took my last final, I came back to my room in a rush (having not packed yet), threw all of my clothes in a suitcase, crossed my fingers in hopes that I didn’t forget anything, and hopped on a plane.

Being back in San Diego was amazing. I wore shorts and flip-flops, camped, sailed, visited the zoo (three times), and ate Mexican food...lots and lots of Mexican food. Best of all though, I was reunited with my friends and family.

It was great to catch up with everybody back home and do everything that I can’t do in Kentucky, but by the end of my break I started to miss Centre. I missed my friends, my late night conversations about seahorses with the roomie, and my daily routine. Needless to say, I was excited when I arrived in Kentucky (well, after the shock of stepping outside into below-freezing and snowy weather).

When the initial excitement of being back wore off, it was back to the books for CentreTerm. I’ve been studying hard for, yet also enjoying, my Contemporary Events class. And I think that I can say with confidence that I've never before learned this much in such a short amount of time.

All in all, going home for winter break and returning to campus for CentreTerm has made me realize how lucky I am to have two places that I can call home.