Another Summer Day has Come and Gone Away...

Deciding to stay in Columbia and take a summer journalism course was a great idea. It keeps me on track with a four-year dual major plan. But, there have been several moments – more than there should be – that makes me long for that nice place I call home.

With only around three or four people to talk to and have true social contact with on a consistent basis over the past seven weeks, it has been easy to get down. You know that weird, unexplainable feeling that sometimes comes around often without notice? A very good friend of mine calls this a “funk.” It’s come and gone quite a few times.

Don’t get me wrong. I really enjoy Mizzou and the city of Columbia. It’s a great place. Having a Walmart, ice cream place and a gas station within walking distance is awesome! It definitely beats having to drive 20 minutes to get to any of those. But the peace and quiet and family time at home is something that has not occurred much lately, especially without the stress of an assignment or deadline lingering. Not to mention a nice sunset in the countryside, watching the lightning bugs and looking up at the entire night sky filled with stars.

Let’s go back and redo the Fourth of July weekend. Only, this time without any worry. Bring back the fireworks, family time and homemade butterscotch ice cream (SO good).

The nostalgia is around a lot. That’s not a bad thing at all. I love thinking back on great memories, and I thank God for them. All the Law & Order: SVU’s I  watched with my mom, the Sunday taco nights that we would have in time for the 6:30 p.m. showing of Hannah Montana (Yes. You read that correctly. Sometimes it had an interesting plot. Haha. Why? I’m not sure. It was just our thing.) Playing the old school Tetris games on the Super Nintendo with my grandma. Taking and looking at pictures with my grandpa. Fixing supper at the other grandparents’ house and making greeting cards. And we haven’t even scratched the surface there. Yep, those are legit good times..

Even the small town of Lebanon, Mo. Like Mazzio’s or Taylor’s Dairy Joy. Oh, what I would give for a cheese bread and a slice of dessert pizza or a butterscotch milkshake right about now.

The “funk” will have to be kicked. And it will be once things are back to how they were during the fall and spring semesters when there are more people around.

So, here’s to the last Friday evening in this apartment. The last Friday evening I will have the displeasure of being awakened by loud drunk idiots climbing the stairwell. Yee haw.

(Title derived from Michael Bublé's "Home.")