Thanksgiving weekend has just passed, and I’m sure a lot of us went home for the holiday, right? I mean, what self-respecting student would pass up a huge, free turkey dinner and a few nights in a decent bed? Though actually,
having been back in my residence for a night, I think I actually prefer my residence bed. But I digress. I think we all have similar stories; you’ve been gone a month or so, and you come back and suddenly realize that you’ll never fit in at home the way you used to.
For me, not much had really changed – the house still operated the same way, my family all looked the same, and even the Thanksgiving dinner went basically the same. It was the little things that made it all strange. Now, perhaps this is just me. I was happy to move away from home, and finally have that level of independence, but I have never been one who is fond of change. It was small things like new dishes, a new juice jug, my now empty room – the bed stripped of the old sheets, new ones blatantly mocking me and my new strangeness. Even my cats were a little afraid of me at first. It was like they didn’t know me.
Now, I didn’t throw a tantrum or something silly like that, but for the first day I felt terribly out of place. Like I’d accidently wound up in a home similar to mine, but not actually mine at all. This can be a really strange or upsetting for a lot of people. Especially when I found out my sister was planning on taking over my room, even though I might be moving back home for the summer.
The other interesting thing was how my relationship with my family had changed. And I don’t just mean my parents and siblings, but my other family too – aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. I used to be one of the younger cousins and so I was usually treated as such (though please note that I STILL had to sit at the kid’s table for Thanksgiving dinner. Ugh.) But after coming back from one month of university, everyone has changed.
For one thing, my grandmother and my aunts were not as square-cut as I had once thought. I started hearing all these amazing stories that only a month or so ago, they would never have told me (Stories that I shall not tell to you, dear reader, just in case they or my mother end up reading this blog ;)). It was nice to be able to have a real adult conversation with them, and to be able to stand there and listen, and not have them censor what they were saying to each other because I was near. You learn about a whole different aspect of these people you’ve known for so long, and it only brings you closer.
So yes, the changes can and are quite scary at times, but they’re changes that need to occur. And as I learned this weekend, it’s all about the transition into adulthood. If you handle the small changes like an adult, and don’t freak out about them, people recognise that and will begin treating you accordingly. It’s a great feeling to be recognised as a true
adult and an equal.