Home Sick

Over this Thanksgiving break I was stuck here, there was no going home to see my family, no long awaited reunion, not even staying at a family members house for the weekend. I was stuck here in the same old apartment. I was able to think a lot this weekend about what I am doing here why I am here and what I need to be doing here. This, however boring it was, was a good time to sit back and reflect on what I am doing and what I need to do to get where I want to be. While I was thinking I realized how much I miss my family back home, everyone seemed so happy to be able to go home and see theirs, but i wasn't so fortunate. I was here with my picture of my family, pretending that I am at the dinner table with our nightly dinner conversations with the oddest topics. Missing the times when I would go talk to my mom just because I'm having a bad day or a good day or just any day at all. I miss always having someone who always wants to be like me, even if he is an annoying little brother. I miss having the responsibility of looking out for the bad guys for my little sister, and beating the guys that make her sad. It is here in my apartment that I realized what matters most. I realized that the reason to be here is to make my family proud, and anything that I do that would disappoint them would be the biggest mistake that I could make here.