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Home Away From Home By Frederick Scarf, University of California-Berkeley
Everyone has different feelings about going home. Some are homesick and are counting down the days till they return to mom's home-cooked meal; others feel quite the opposite. I'm in the middle. Going home is strange, because I have another home in Berkeley (my dorm). When I go home to Los Angeles, I feel detached from the city, in a way. Knowing that the bed I used to sleep in isn't the only bed I have is strange. There is a part of me that will always be connected to Los Angeles, but there is a part of me that wants to see what else is out there and what else is out there is Los Angeles. It is usually a tradition for me to go to Disneyland with some friends. The first friends who popped into my mind were my friends from college. I've realized how important vicinity is to relationships. I've gotten to know my floormates and others around my residential hall pretty well, as opposed to the other residential halls. And while I've tried to keep in touch with all my other friends from other schools, I've struggled because it's so easy to loose yourself in the college life: there is always something to do and always something going on. When I go home, I think about all my friends at Berkeley and what they are up to. It is strange to be in a community where there are 50,000 young students and then go off to a diverse city that has a totally different atmosphere; I don't even know how to describe it, but it's neat. So I don't really consider going home as "going home," because Berkeley is my home, too! PREVIOUS ENTRIES College
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