Being home was actually a weird feeling. When I traveled back to Massachusetts last Tuesday, it was the first time that I had seen, or been back to everything that I had called home for 19 years. I was ecstatic to see my friends and family, sleep in my bed that wasn’t bunked, or let alone a twin bed. I couldn’t wait to be in my car, driving!-an everyday thing that I hadn’t done since August. And especially to have the luxury of opening my fridge and staring at the endless possibilities of home cooked food that I could have. And all of it was great. In coming home, I expected everything, and everyone to be different. I expected my room to be cleaned out, my friends to have changed at school, etc. But truly, aside from the color of my house (my mom had the house painted) everything was exactly the way it was when I had left. My family, my friends, my room… That’s the wonderful thing about home, it’s a reliable, comfortable place that I know no matter where I am, or how long I am gone everything will be exactly as how I left it.
So here I am sitting at the Philadelphia International Airport waiting for my flight home. When you book a flight from Philly to Providence it’s so cheap, and a quick-half hour compared to my 6 hour car drive. I got a great deal on a flight home, so I opted to take the plane instead of the Amtrak. For all of you who are not familiar with Orbitz, when you book a flight you get to pick your own seat-I was ecstatic as there was nearly a full plane to choose from. The truth is, most people would consider flying from Philadelphia a bit of a joke of a plane ride because it is such a short trip. However, it is not until you get to the airport that there are others who elect to take this “joke” flight much like myself… an entire airport filled of college students whose parents didn’t want to pick them up at school.. MOM THIS MEANS YOU. I’ve been sitting in the terminal for an hour and a half now, along with the other college students. And getting a lovely update that my flight was delayed by a half hour was really the icing on the cake. THANKS MOM<3
Last weekend, my friend had a few friends from home travel up to visit us at UD. They made the 6 hour journey to go to the restoring peace rally in DC that weekend. They invited me to go, and I said yes partially because I wanted to see go to DC, but also because I thought it would be something fun to do. Now I’m not really into politics. I have my views, and know where I stand but I don’t really ever know much about political candidates unless it’s a major election. So going to a “restoring peace” rally I had no idea what to expect. I thought there might be a few hundred people gathered around a stage with political statement signs. Instead when we got there at twelve, thinking we were just on time, found out that the 150,000 people capacity that they had a permit for had been filled and we would not be allowed in. We stood instead on the outskirts of the rally. We all boosted ourselves up on a tree to get a good glimpse of what was really going on, and I have to say I’ve never seen anything like it. There was literally a sea of people. It looked like something from a movie. Chants, applause, and boo’s echoed throughout the wave as two ant like celebrities stood on a stage firing up the crowd. We ended the day with some quality tacos at a Mexican restaurant and definitely experienced some quirky people in the lively crowd. The rally was definitely unforgettable, and made me feel like I was part of a true American experience.