Homecoming

As I step foot into the main hall of New Trier and see the para-pros for the first time in two years it can only be describes as surreal. When I left New Trier after freshman year to go to boarding school In Connecticut I never thought that I would come back. I assumed that I would have so much fun at school that I wouldn't miss my family and my friends that much. I was so jazzed up at the idea of living away from home in a different state and starting a new chapter of my life that I completely forgot that I love living in Wilmette. I love everything about it. I love my house and my family and my friends. I love waking up on a Sunday morning and driving down to Sarkis so that I can take down a plate full of Lorettas and cheesy hash just so that I can get sick and pass out 15 minutes later because that food just sits in your stomach like a rock. There was so much about the north shore that I missed that it seemed quite obvious that the only smart coarse of action would be to come home. However, after being away for so long I have forgotten many of the subtleties of going to such a huge school like New Trier. During my free period when I attempted to get some work done in the library, I was perplexed when the librarian notified me that there was not a single place available in the entire library that I could do my homework. So I'm sure that there will be a few more speed bumps along the way of my complete transition into New Trier, but I know that it will all be worth it. It's good to be home.