here i go again

now in the person-that-must-use-vacation-days-to-travel category and after hearing my mom hint at seeing me one last time before i start a full-time job, i've decided to go home next week. i feel a little guilty or like it's excessive to make the trip, but i think it's because i'm used to only going for christmas and for summer. and although i'm embarrassed to admit it, in college i sort of prided myself on the fact that i only went home once during the year
"look at me. how strong i am! how independent and self-sufficient! how i pity you-- you there. you weak ones that go home monthly to indulge in home-cooked meals and laundry and family. what? what's that? some of you go home weekly?! oh my. oh my my. how i cringe at your inability to cope. how desperate you seem to me and my impervious fortitude!"

so now i swallow my pride and go home for the second time in four months. disgusting.