Why Home is Worth the Drive
Why Home is Worth the Drive
Making that never-ending, terrible drive down I-16 can seem like the worst thing to do after a long week of classes, but going home can be worth it. Here, my friends, are 9 reasons why.
Making that never-ending, terrible drive down I-16 can seem like the worst thing to do after a long week of classes, but going home can be worth it. Here, my friends, are 9 reasons why.
Nobody at GSU, no matter how full of themselves they may seem, can cook better than your mother or father.
When your mom comes and wakes you up because you’ve already slept past 10:30, she won’t make you pay for over-priced coffee or drive down Fair and across Gentilly just for a bagel; she’ll let you know that breakfast is ready. Specifically, Eggs Benedict if you’re lucky. The simple ingredients make for a surprisingly rich flavor and an egg-poacher is one of man’s greatest gifts to man–thank you science. Also, avocados. We personally feel obligated to let you know that they enhance each and every meal. Three Tree Coffee Roasters and Ellianos wouldn’t give you avocados–mom would. Go home.
When you tell mom you’re coming home, she’ll go to the store and buy all of your favorite snacks.
Let Stephanie and Chad eat their Kale chips in Statesboro. Go home and be with the only woman who knows you’d never watch Scandal and eat humus without your Toasted Pita Wheat Thins. You arrive on Friday and let yourself binge on old shows with mom, as Saturday quickly approaches you prepare for ten straight hours of football with dad. You’ll then promptly put away the wine and popcorn to get out the beer and pizza. It’s math really, you just have to make sure you have enough food to get yourself through it all. And of course you do, because mom went shopping! Go home.
Home is where the instant coffee and chilled wine awaits.
The Fast N’ Easy has nothing on your mother’s ability to always have at least three bottles of wine on deck at all times, not to mention the beer fridge. As college students, we’re probably spending way too much on alcohol each week anyway, yet somehow every time we’re home it just seems to apparate into our mom’s hand? How she does this, we’ll never know. Moral of the story is that it’s usually the most fun to drink when you’re not paying and when you’re safe–like on the couch, eating cookies, with your dad and your cat watching The Matrix. Go home.
One of the most painful of all the reasons–your pets are at home, wondering where you are.
You’re here, complaining about tests to study for and foreign professors, well Oliver doesn’t know that. He just thinks you’ve abandoned him like the last time you left. All of the glorious Eagles in the world couldn’t make up for the love your pet has for you. You know their tiny heart is aching just as much as yours each time they bump into your bedroom door and you aren’t there. So make the sacrifice, fill up your car, and let the fur balls know you’re coming. Roll around on the carpet with Fido, play Frisbee. Go home.
No one can do a guilty pleasure movie binge the way a sibling can. No one.
Time and time again, they’ll surprise you. Your roommates. You think you know them. You think you can turn on a Mama Mia soundtrack in the morning, sing and brush your teeth without having things thrown at you, but alas, you can be wrong. “What do you mean you haven’t seen it?!” is a fairly good starting prompt for some of the most well argued movie-going experiences in history. But I have another solution, just go home, because your little brother probably has Harry Potter’s 3, 4, and 6 on deck just waiting for you to say the word. When you’re home you don’t have to worry about judgement from any third parties who may or may not understand your undying love for the Rush Hour series, you just do you because guess what? Family gets it. Go home.
If you've been down in the dumps recently, maybe a #FlashbackFriday is what you need.
No, dear god, this does not mean reconnect with your old high school best friends and (girl)boyfriends. This means, walk into your hot pink bedroom, look at the posters of Edward Cullen and Harry Potter and let yourself feel nostalgic. You used to wear too many Frockets and collect stickers from every sad vacation to the beach and trip to Journeys, reflect on where you were then and how great it is now. Laugh at that horrid yearbook photo and tell your mom about that time you walked to your friend’s boyfriend’s house at 2 a.m. on a busy street–it’ll be hilarious. She’ll love it and love you more for it. Go home.
School and life holding you down? Unwind with the fam and watch that movie you’ve been dying to see.
What may be $4.99 on Amazon Instant Video could be regular Redbox price at Walmart, and if mom is happy and willing then you, boys and girls, have quite the movie night ahead. In Statesboro, we have around four Redboxes readily available, but if one of them is sold out of a new movie, odds are, they all will be because it’s Statesboro. Do yourself a favor and journey out to a real town where they have things like Publix sushi, Target popcorn and The Final Girls in a Redbox near you. Your whole family, even the reclusive fifteen year old brother, will enjoy the cinematic experience. Go home.
Cinnamon brooms. Holiday decorations will make you never want to leave.
Your apartment feeling extra cold and dingy this time of year? Well, I bet your parents are ready to call the gas man and get the fireplace going because your house is about to get cozy. Your mom has officially started breaking out the cinnamon brooms, cornucopias and those cute little leaves hanging on the mantle. If you go home, I bet they’ll have candles lightly burning in that we’re-having-guests-over type of way and the house smelling freshly of fallen leaves and dusty decorations. It’ll be a welcomed sight after monotonous 11 p.m. nights of unlocking an apartment to find dishes piled high and strangers on your couch. Let G-Ma knit you a Holiday Cheermeister sweater; you deserve some relief. Go home.