Things we say we'll never do...

How many times have I said, "I will never do such and such" or some other phrase along the same lines? Well, last week I fulfilled one of the ones that I was for sure, definitely, never going to do...I moved back in with my parents! Now, don't get me wrong, it's not that we're not on speaking terms or any such thing, but it's the principle of the thing. Isn't there some unwritten code of the "cool" that states you should never return to the parentals home once you've left. Maybe not, but it has always seemed like doing so was a no-no.

This move is only for the summer months, til I will return to my second home...the GBS girls dorm. Now there is a real taboo, calling the dorm "home". As freshman we teased that we would never actually call GBS (the dorm specifically) "home". I remember the groans when they accidentally called the dorm "home". This was not supposed to be mixed up with the place of comfort, the comfy bed, apple pies and stories read at bed time...OK, that isn't any home I've been in, but the sentiment is there. I think it's interesting how that transition happens, when things shift from "the dorm" to "home".

I know that it may be annoying to some to confuse the two, but to me it really is my "home" of sorts. It's where I've spent the most years in school, where I've met most of my friends, and where I remember so many memories. I have developed intellectually, socially, and most importantly, spiritually. GBS has played a crucial part in the forming of my life. My parents knew that their kids would receive a solid Christian education here, and that they would be backed up by God-fearing, Bible-believing Christians that could make or break their view of the Holiness faith and its people. This is the place we called home during my 6th-9th grade yrs. and now from my Freshman til graduation yrs. :-D GBS is my home on this earth, and will always have a "warm, fuzzy" in my heart...even the dorms.