This Thanksgiving moment is not so much a touching story or memory, but is rather just something I have noticed this past Thanksgiving. I have been a visitor is a family member's home several times for Thanksgiving in the past, but this year, Thanksgiving was held at my house with some close family. It was weird for me to come home for the first time in three months, much longer than I'd ever been away, and have to feel like a visitor in my own home. Perhaps I can't even call it my home anymore, and the small twin-sized bed that I now sleep on and the mini bathroom that I share with 3 other guys are what designate my home now. I was only home for a short time, and after leaving, I realized that I felt like I had been on a small vacation rather than a return home, and that FSU was my true home for the coming years.

That's not to say that I didn't enjoy the time in my house, seeing old friends and getting to see my family again and all. And although I do enjoy the freedom and independence that comes with college, there really is no place like home, at least when it comes to being comfortable. I would take my nice, large bed and comfortable living accommodations in little old Rockledge, Florida over the dormitory here at FSU any day of the week. I missed it a lot, but again, I felt like i had moved on successfully. I no longer felt like it was where I was meant to be. I was officially accepting that my life was changing.