Missing the Comforts of "home"

Auburn. I spent four wonderful years there. I loved it there. When I would return after visiting my parents I often refered to it as "home." I'm not sure my parent's were thrilled by that statement, but it was the truth. Auburn had become home to me. I had traditions, friends, familiar places. It was cozy and comfortable. I loved it there.

This week, as I've been trying to study for "the test" I've been craving the comforts of Auburn. Fall semester finals were one of my favorite times back then. I would just be back from Thanksgiving vacation, happy and full. That little, one week break gave me all the rest I needed to make it through the next two or three weeks [no matter how tough they would be]. We would put our little Christmas tree up and decorate the house. On dead days we'd have all our friends over for a study break party. The weather would be getting colder, I would always cuddle with my favorite blanket while studying on my bed. And while I was studying I would always listen to the Nutcracker Suite. Nothing made me happier. It was cozy. It felt like home.

Now, as I attempt to prepare for this looming test I am missing all those comforts. The places we would always go to eat for study breaks. The comradely of my roommates and friends cramming too. Knowing as soon as it was all down I'd get to pack up and head home to my parents, ready for Christmas.

Today, I long for these comforts. I went to get Chinese takeout but it really wasn't the same...