By guest blogger Kelsey Bradshaw
Kelsey is a sophomore at the University of Oregon majoring in Journalism and Facebook (wait, that’s not a real major?!). Originally a track star from Medford, Oregon, she now enjoys going for runs with her friends and working out at Eugene Crossfit. She also enjoys visiting National Parks, playing in the snow, and hanging out at the beach…double points if they’re all at the same time.
As soon as I come home for the holidays, I can predict that certain things are going to happen. First (for some inexplicable reason), I lose any previous ability to do dishes. I also get selective blindness that enables me to no longer see any form of textbook and/or schoolwork. I like to call this phenomenon “Homeitis,” and it’s my favorite kind of sickness.
Coming home for the holidays is a wonderful, wonderful occasion. When else during the year are you going to have someone voluntarily cook for you, not to mention, laundry services? My parents’ laundry skills surpass mine by leaps and bounds (“it’s so…soft! And the same color as when I put it in!”).
It’s also one of the only times you don’t have to pay for groceries. Say you decide to try a detox diet when you come home, after you have the preliminary “I’m home let’s stuff my face with everything I can get my hands on” feast, celebrated in most homes nationwide. You don’t have to pay for the wild-caught Alaskan salmon and organic vegetables, as long as you can convince one of your parents (whichever is more susceptible to your patented “poor starving college student look of despair”) to help your cause.
The holidays aren’t just about having your parents do things for you and buy you your heart’s content, though. You get the chance to snuggle up and watch movies with them, and see their faces light up with joy when you get them just the thing they wanted for Christmas (cashmere sweater and golf balls? Check and check).
This is also the best time to see all of your BFFL’s from high school. Attending ugly Christmas sweater parties and catching up over secret Santa presents is one of the best parts about Christmas break. There’s no better time to tell them about your new boyfriend and gossip about your old high school one (he’s Facebook official with who?!).
Going back to the place you grew up brings back all sorts of wonderful childhood nostalgia. Plus, your parents are there to spoil you and love you to pieces (awww…). Sleeping in every day and getting to see your high school friends are luxuries you often can only do during break. But let’s be honest, pretty soon we’ll be missing our roommates and wishing our hometown had even one place that delivered until 3am. Enjoy the break from school while it lasts. Eventually we realize we aren’t so sick of being in college, even though our attempts at cooking will never live up to Mom’s.