You know that moment when all you want is to be home with your family, but instead you are in your dorm room, crying to yourself because you are in a fight with almost all your friends, yeah.. that moment, really sucks. it’s the moment that makes you forget the good times & doubt why you’ve spent 3 years at this place. the moment when you realize you haven’t really laughed since you were home last. the moment you realize that even though your friendship will eventually be okay, you’d rather be home. Home.. yeah.. at least when we fight there, it’s over in a day at most.. not 3 weeks. at least we call each other out to their face & not on twitter.. that moment is when you realize home is always greener than where you are.