Missing Home

This weekend I started to really miss home.  I'm so used to having my family around me to help me out when I encounter a problem.  It got pretty boring because I spent most of my time in my room because I felt sick.  I probably called my mom ten times just to check in with her.  I really miss having someone to take care of me and be in charge.  I like that my mom always knows whats best for me and what I should do.  If I were at home, my mom would have just helped me.  But here, I'm limited in the ways I can fend for myself.  I don't have access to a car and money like my mom always does at home.  I think I've became dangerously used to being babied by my mom.  I really enjoy breaks because I get that feeling that someone is there always keeping an eye on me and making sure I'm doing alright.
I've been homesick for my house, too.  I miss having a bedroom and a living room that are separate.  I hated being stuck in my room all weekend.  Overall, I guess I've been unhappy with having to take care of myself when I'm sick.  My mom always used to give me extra blankets and bring me water to drink.  But here, that isn't happening.  I'm definitely ready for Thanksgiving break so that I can go home and spend time with my family.  I definitely do enjoy myself at Wartburg, but I'm really looking forward to spending time in my most familiar and comfortable environment. 
Lately, I keep daydreaming about home and things I'll want to do when I'm home for this upcoming break.  I'm looking forward to curling up in bed with my cat and getting a good nights sleep (free of yelling and the rushing of the water pipes in my dorm room).  I'm anticipating a fun day together on Thanksgiving with my family watching football downstairs, our bellies full of delicious food.  I'm dying to hop back into my car and drive around visiting some of my neighbors and friends. 
Some of the little details of home just can't transfer into Wartburg no matter how hard I try.  My favorite pillow doesn't make my bed any more comfortable.  The pictures from home of my family don't make me miss them any less.  The magazines, books, movies and distractions haven't taken away from how much I want to be back at home.