Colleges, home, and life in general.

So I informed a friend of mine yesterday that I wouldn't be coming back to Johnson next year. I never do remember who I tell and who I don't so today I explained my reasons. My last semester is kind of bittersweet. I wish for all the world that I could stay at the same I'm pretty excited about going. I've spent two years in a college I love, that I have no doubt spoiled me. But I've learned things to try and not to try. I have to admit I love changes. And I'm excited about going to a new place and having new experiences. But I just have to wonder how after such a short time a place has become home to me. I mean come on, two years in the grand scheme of things is not very long. And yet that's just what this place is, home. I didn't expect that.