It's always interesting when I go home these days. It's amazing how in just slightly more than a year my feelings towards my childhood home have completely changed. And how quickly I've come to call Colby home (although that's not entirely true, it's not exactly home so much as where I happen to live at this moment). At some point this weekend, my mom and I were talking about coordinating the timing of everything that was going to happen yesterday (craziness of a wedding as well as getting two kids back to college) and I said something about 'my bus home leaves at 7:15' while talking about how I was getting back to Colby. It was sortof a slip of the tongue, but not really. Colby's where I live now. I've spent a weekend here and there at home in Arlington this past year. And a few weeks at the beginning and end of summer as well as the three weeks of winter break. But otherwise I've been at Colby. I live here now. It's not quite home yet, and I'm not sure if it'll ever really be (it's difficult for a place to be home, for there to be stability when you have to move to a new room every year plus move back "home" every summer). But every time I come back to Arlington now, it becomes less and less going home and more and more just visiting my parents and high school friends. The actual house and the actual location of Arlington are gradually becoming unimportant.
Nothing is better than my roommate Jena deciding as she walks in the door at 11pm (after an awful 4 hour drive just to get through MA) to call/text everyone we know to have a snowball fight. It was glorious. We ended up with 20 or 30 people in front of the main library on campus just throwing snow at each other, rolling down the little hills, making snow angels, making a snow platypus to honor Carol from across states (although that was just me and Katy and it was quickly ruined by people falling on top of it). After, we all slid down a hill to the student union (past a giant ball of snow that had been made into a giant chair) and then just to weird people out, walked single file through solemnly holding snowballs. Which we then threw at everyone as they exited the other side. Another snow fight ensued. And then Katy, Jena and I decided to go over and slide down the hill that leads up to the chapel and a couple of dorms. We were obviously not the first to think of doing so. A number of collapsed cardboard boxes and wet floor signs lay on the ground as improvised sleds and a number of paths led down the hill. I tried out some of the cardboard boxes, but we all determined that the wet floor signs worked best. Colby got rid of cafeteria trays last year as an attempt to be more environmentally conscious. So instead we seem to improvise sleds out of cardboard XD. It was a perfect first night back on campus.