There's something extremely therapeutic about being home for a weekend. I's a sort of quiet comfort. The kind that comes with getting regularly home cooked meals, fresh smelling air, and open space. It's a nice change of pace from the everyday school in the city kind of life. Don't get me wrong, I love living in Chicago, but every once in a while I need a break from the fast-paced environment and noisy streets. I went for a run yesterday through the bike trail and I felt like I was alone running through a forest. It was amazing. Different, but equally as awesome as running down the lakefront. Not to mention, being home is nostalgic and reminds of times when Friday night football games were the most I had to worry about. I definitely needed this, but it's time to get back to business.