It's the end of my first year of college already and I find my self torn in two. On one hand, I can't wait to go home and see my family and friends who I haven't seen for a year but then on the other hand, I don't want to leave and have the next year start already. I suppose it is as my one friend has said, "College becomes home." I believe that to be true in a couple of ways. I live here for nine or so months out of the year, only seeing my family for a couple of weeks if that at a time. Most of my stuff is here, like my laptop and clothes, so we have the physical creation of home. Then is the second reason that I believe it to be true; the friends that I have made over the past year. I found my self realizing the other day how much my new friends mean to me and I was honestly surprised. I hadn't expected any frineds I make this year to mean as much as they do to me. I'll will be extremely honest I didn't think I would many friends at all, seeing as I have problems with making friends. But here I am with several different groups you could say. It is really rather peculiar because two of the three groups which was a recent realization mind you, belong to the freshman class or rather the class of 2011 since in a few short days I will no longer be a freshman but I digress. I have definitely changed this year and that change helped me to make those friends who I have really needed even though they don't know it. So I want to stay here with them because they have become so much to me. Yet, I find my self disagreeing also because home is where the heart is and my heart is with my family. How can my heart be in two places at once?