I think it’s a blessing that I live farther from college than most students. Most students have that option to go home on the weekend to do laundry or pick up some forgotten items but for some reason I relish in the fact that I can’t do this. I’ve never developed an avid bond with my hometown or the people in it so maybe my leaving can’t be adequately compared to a child who lives two hours or less from campus. I think I just enjoy the fact that I’m becoming independent and have to rely on myself down here because Mommy and Daddy are a little out of the picture. When I actually do come home it’s a huge deal, which may be a secret egotistical reason I enjoy being out of state but for the most part I like distancing myself from my past as much as humanly possible. I didn’t have a horrible past or anything, I just feel college demands an entirely new focus from me and I shouldn’t dwell on high school happenings or past mistakes. I believe that if I would have attended the universities in my state, I’d be sucked into living an extension of my past rather than starting a new chapter. In the end I just enjoy coming from a distant land and inserting myself into Oklahoman life where I feel like I actually fit in. Maybe I should have just grown up here in the first place.