Once a while I talk to friends back home. Whenever I do that, I realize how different I am from them, and these differences have just been widening with every passing year.
I spent all my school life with them, we ate the same kind of food, we sang the same songs, we believed in the same things, but all that is now, just a memory.
Three and a half years at Drexel has made me a different person. I am not one of them anymore. I don't understand their lingo, and I don't know the places they like to visit. This realization is very strange, since those people mean so much to me. I feel blessed to have such friends back home, who remember my birthday without the help of facebook, and call me no matter what.
But again, even though I miss seeing them, I do not want to go back there. I have a world of my own here, and I like it. There are people who understand me much better here, and they think like I do.
What I miss the most though is that clear view on certain things. Looking at certain things as black and white, and not appreciating the gray. I feel like people live a lot in the gray here, there is no right or wrong, there is 'whatever that makes your boat float'. That's good to an extent, but I miss the black and white, although I very much live in the gray myself.
I wish there was a way I could have my friends back home understand me more, and a way where I could make things more right or wrong rather than just accepting anything. I wish I could have the best of both worlds.
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