look each other in the eye and say, "hello".

I've been away from home for a little over a week. When I was younger, getting away from home was a treat. My first experience of venturing out on my own was when I was eight years old and my parents sent me, along with my friends, to sleepaway camp. I was one of the few children who didn't cry, yearning to go home. Instead, I cried when I had to go home. For the longest time, I hated being home, especially in the summer.

This is the first summer where, once on vacation, I realized how much I loved home. I love my family, and I definitely feel like this vacation was needed, however despite the sprawling beaches, the beautiful surf and sun and the shopping, I just wanted to be home.

In Lexington I've created a family that's made college my home away from home. In these last few months I've formed such strong relationships with people, bonds that I hope will never be broken. To be away from the people that have seen me at my best and worst, who I talk to, share my anecdotes with, hugs and frowns...I was homesick. I still am homesick.

I've spent three hours in Las Vegas, waiting on a delayed flight. I've had those three hours to ruminate on how much the people and the city of Lexington mean to me. Sure, I might be sporting a USC hoodie...and sure, I may never really love UK, but I've made the best of the situation. I move into an apartment this Sunday with my three best girlfriends, and I can't wait. I'm seeing TV on the Radio with Brad on Thursday, and spending tomorrow evening with Ross. It's only been a little over a week, but I'm missing that kid like crazy.

The airport is full with people anxious to get home. As much as I hate flying, I can't wait to get on that plane that will take me home.