Home for the Holidays
I don't come home very often. In fact, this semester I've been home a grand total of three times. I know its not good, especially when I'm not even particularly busy now (though hopefully my busy-ness will pick up a little bit more now that I've got a job) and I hear it from my parents and friends all the time.
"Man, you only live an hour and a half away? If I was in your position I would be going home like every weekend" is a sentiment thats been thrown my way more than once. Its not particularly fair to those that care about me the most that I don't make a conscious effort to spend more time with them, but I realize that when I'm at home, my already unmotivated productivity level falls even lower.
Either way, this post is for those people, the ones that care about me the most. Coming home is a humbling experience for me, to say the least. Sure I have close friends at school, friends that'd do a helluva lot for me, but there's a difference between being loved by your friends, and being loved by your family.
That feeling you get when you walk in the door after the car ride home (which though some consider short, I still consider it a bit of a stretch, even after two and a half years) is something thats almost incomparable. Suddenly everyone in the household stops what they're doing, gets up, and comes down, all for you. Their brilliant smiles, and that general warm aura you get, you know that this must be home, that you've found somewhere you belong. That's what the elusive American Dream is for me, that is what I aspire to create, what I aspire to come back to every night.
Couple that with Eid and seeing so many old faces, and I'm walking on cloud nine right now. Sure there are problems waiting when I get back, and there are plenty of things wrong everywhere you look, but for now I'll leave with an old sentiment that seems to fit pretty well. Hah, I even threw in an inside joke from MSU right there, and like no one'll be the wiser.
"Man, you only live an hour and a half away? If I was in your position I would be going home like every weekend" is a sentiment thats been thrown my way more than once. Its not particularly fair to those that care about me the most that I don't make a conscious effort to spend more time with them, but I realize that when I'm at home, my already unmotivated productivity level falls even lower.
Either way, this post is for those people, the ones that care about me the most. Coming home is a humbling experience for me, to say the least. Sure I have close friends at school, friends that'd do a helluva lot for me, but there's a difference between being loved by your friends, and being loved by your family.
That feeling you get when you walk in the door after the car ride home (which though some consider short, I still consider it a bit of a stretch, even after two and a half years) is something thats almost incomparable. Suddenly everyone in the household stops what they're doing, gets up, and comes down, all for you. Their brilliant smiles, and that general warm aura you get, you know that this must be home, that you've found somewhere you belong. That's what the elusive American Dream is for me, that is what I aspire to create, what I aspire to come back to every night.
Couple that with Eid and seeing so many old faces, and I'm walking on cloud nine right now. Sure there are problems waiting when I get back, and there are plenty of things wrong everywhere you look, but for now I'll leave with an old sentiment that seems to fit pretty well. Hah, I even threw in an inside joke from MSU right there, and like no one'll be the wiser.
Work like you don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching.
-- Satchel Paige
posted by Tosif at
11:49 PM
2 Comments:
Salams bro, yeah, Aseem and I always joked about how whenever we would come home from school, we could do like no wrong in our parents eyes...even though that magic never lasted for long (magic never does), those are definitely moments to savor.
And be grateful for...so few kids enjoy that kind of stable family unit these days. Alhumdulillah for ours, fo shizzle. Ameen.
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Shabina, at 9:28 PM
Toseeee -
Azizah, Azizah, to kya gai, tow mere arm much gai...
Dawg, wait till i come back for Thanksgiving.
The First Born Son Returns...[Queue Music]
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