Easter Weekend

This weekend, I had planned to go home but due to some miscommunication and disagreements between me and my parents, I decided to stay on campus. Then Bridgette offered for me to go to her house. I accepted and we left Friday afternoon. However, by Saturday I regretted not going home and I desperately wanted to be there for Easter. Of course, on Thursday night I had felt God telling me to stop being stubborn and go home, but I didn't listen to Him. I'm not gonna say I had an awful time because I didn't. Her family was really nice and welcoming, they even included me adn gave me candy in an Easter basket :) Although we all know that's not what Easter is supposed to be about. Anyway, it just wasn't home and I missed being around my crazy, loud, big family and eating lots of ham and other yummy food and finding plastic eggs and looking for my Easter basket, corny I know but it's a family tradition, ya know? Even though it seems like I am constantly at odds with my parents, I've realized no one can replace my family. This reminds me of the saying, "The grass is greener on the other side." No, it really isn't. At least not for me. And to quote Dorothy, "There's no place like home."