Last weekend I went home for my Grandma's 94th birthday party. I always like going home. It just feels comfortable to me. When I left last Friday, I headed straight home on I-90. It was absolutely picturesque the entire way driving home. The leaves on all the trees were just starting to change into hues of red, yellow, and orange. The bright blue sky was the perfect backdrop. I must admit, I love driving home by myself. I instantly throw my CD in the player and crank up whatever music is on it; usually the best sing-along songs like Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody." It feels like a little bit of perfection when you have great weather, beautiful sites and amazing music to sing along to. It is only about a 90-minute drive home, which isn't too bad. After driving for only 30 minutes, I reach Ohio. Living in the Buckeye State all of my life, I can't help but to yell out (or maybe just think) O-H-I-O! While the weekend sped by way too fast, it was great to be home and see my family. It's such a weird feeling though, being in two different worlds on the same day. It was definitely nice to have a change of scenery and a break from all the work that still needs to be done.
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I know what you mean. I have a three hour drive to Fairport, outside of Rochester, and having driven it so many times in the pasrt four years it's nothing. Thats definatly seomthing I would do differently it I could do college again. I never really went home, on specific breaks the first couple years but never even for the whole time. I got wrapped up the the Mercyhurst bubble a little too much and forgot how much I enjoy going home. The holidays are coming up though and that should be a treat!
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