After being extremely homesick for almost three months, it was finally time to go home for thanksgiving. I decided to leave Gallaudet five days early and miss few classes. On the 19th, I hopped on my plane and went straight home. My dad was the first person to greet me at the baggage claim. I jumped on him and cried for a good amount of time. When I got to the car, I saw my brother, Levi, holding up a sign that said, “Welcome Home Valen!” I jumped on him and before I knew it, everyone was crying.
The last person I really wanted to see was my mom; she didn’t come because she had to work. The trip from the airport to my home is about two hours. I sat in the car, anxious to see my mom. Once we got into the town I live in, Fulton, we went straight to my mom’s work. We pulled into the parking lot and she was right there. There were tears again. After we calmed down, we went to a fancy restaurant because I was craving steak. At Gallaudet, all I lived on was pasta, pizza, and Chinese food. No steak or anything homey. I ordered a large, medium-rare steak that tasted like heaven.
Throughout the entire eleven days I was home I visited friends, did “traditional” things with my family, and dreaded the day I had to come back. My dad and I usually go and watch cage fights that he judges. I got lucky because there was a cage fight event on the Saturday after I got home. My father and I went with his friends and we got cage seats. We were so close to the fighters that we ended up being splattered in blood during a very bloody fight. I totally enjoyed it.
My mom and I always shop together and have lunch together every Saturday at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Chinese Palace. We did that when I was home, we talked a lot. Before I came to Gallaudet, we would fight all the time because we just couldn’t get along with each other. During the break, we still fought but not as much. We were still kind of tense but I was still very happy to see her. We kept fighting about curfew. I wasn’t used to coming back from Gallaudet where I had absolutely no curfew, to home where I had a ten o clock curfew. The curfew was finally dropped and I could stay out with a car until whenever I wanted.
I love my brother very much, even though we have a totally opposite personality and views on things. He is the perfect child and I am the black sheep of the family. He doesn’t drink or smoke, I do. There’s one thing we have in common, movies. We always have movie nights together, we had one when I was home. I caught up on new releases that I missed out on at Gallaudet. We also had lunch together during his work break one day and I enjoyed that.
Before I knew it, it was time to come back. I was in a bad mood that entire day and was sick because I took care of my boyfriend, who had stomach flu, the day before. My family kept telling me that it was only three weeks before I could be home again. That didn’t help; I bawled my eyes out when I got on my flight. I wasn’t very happy to be back at Gallaudet, I belong more at home than here because I love my family very much. Now I am anxious to go back and be with my family and friends.
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