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" Even if you find yourself completely loving college, there&amp;#039;s no denying that there really is no place like home. Going home for the first time is an incredibly disorienting and strange experience, but it leaves you looking at your hometown in a new light\u2014no matter how boring you found it when you were in high school. As I got to the train station in my town, the thing I noticed first was just how quiet it was. Coming from living in Manhattan for two months, sirens and honking taxis had become a white noise for me, so the quiet hush of suburbia was almost creepy. But once I got back to my house, things felt comfortable and familiar again. In college you don&amp;#039;t realize how much you miss the little things: laying on your perfectly worn-in sofa watching bad TV, sleeping in your unimaginably soft bed, showering without shoes. No matter how much you couldn&amp;#039;t wait to get out in high school, you&amp;#039;ll find that home still has a sort of comfort to it that you can&amp;#039;t find anywhere else. When you go back to college, it&amp;#039;s great to be with your friends again and to get nestled into your now rather homey dorm, but dining hall food can never really compete with a home cooked meal. Going home for the first time, you&amp;#039;ll be able to see the positives about home that you were blind to before your left for the first time. Your town or city was never really out to get you, and it will welcome you back for breaks with open arms. It&amp;#039;s great to move on to bigger and better things, but you should never forget where you come from. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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