In a week I’m going to be going home for the first time in little more over two months. I expected to miss home, but I didn’t miss this sense of mild independence from it as well. That is not to say I don’t miss the familiar; I would kill for some good Chinese food (or some pho or Korean BBQ or, or, or, etc.) and the same goes for some quality catch-up time with friends. It’s weird though, because I already recognize UCSD as distinctly home.

These past few weeks here have been a lot easier for me. My suitemates and I are all getting a lot closer, and we’re a lot more at ease with each other. We hang out, laugh obnoxiously into late hours of the night, and basically do everything together. I can see why some second years choose dorm life again; you get to hang out with a group of people, and there’s always someone available to watch TV with, or go eat with, or anything else social. I know it’s a long ways in the future, but I’m really going to miss all of this next year. I don’t even want to think about how I’m going to choose roommates for apartments next year. I guess that’s why I’ve transitioned from “summer-camp” college mode to “I’m really here for four years”. Friends have made UCSD familiar and comforting, and much less like a temporary habitat.

Another reason I see Fremont as less than what it used to be is probably because (and please excuse my mushyness) Calvin won’t be there. It’s hard to explain without sounding gag-worthy, but the guy’s really been there for me these past few months and our interactions have been incorporated into my daily life. So triple thanks, kittentits <3 I wish you were coming home for Thanksgiving, but Winter Break isn’t that far off, so don’t angst on it for too long.