I miss home so much. I haven’t really been emotional at all since I’ve been here, but today when I went to Seafood City, Seafood freakin City it reminded me so much of my home and my family and I went from excited to depressed in a matter of 1.5 seconds. It didn’t help that they were playing Filipino ballads over the store intercom either, but I’m glad I went there because until then, besides having no food, I didn’t think about home too much. Maybe it’s because I chose not to so I wouldn’t be so sad over here? Or maybe it’s because I was so excited to be on my own? Coming home to an empty apartment with nobody to talk to is kind of depressing. I love having my family around as annoying as they were. I love my grandma being loud all the time and always having my cousins there when I was bored and wanted to talk. 

Time here goes by slower than ever and I can’t wait to be done here so I can go back home for good. Or at least until one of my friends or at least someone I know comes here then I’m sure I’d love it. But until then, I guess I’ll have to make the most of it, suck it up, and live the “college life” to the fullest.