Second Home

It's weird how a place can begin to feel like home.
I have lived in my lovely apartment since August and have felt it a second home since.
But after spending two weeks in Birmingham (my hometown & real home), I really began to miss my apartment.
I miss Tuscaloosa.
Maybe it's the recent devastation that has caused this somewhat homesickness but a few days ago I just missed being in my apartment.
With my vanilla scented air fresheners, cozy twin bed, and Papason.
I don't know, I just missed being there.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being home home, like Birmingham home.
My Mom and Pepsie are there!
But I have two homes now and I miss one of them just like I miss Birmingham sometimes.

Lucky for me I have a final tomorrow and have come back to my apartment to spend the night and study.
It's good to be back at my second home.
Even if it's only for 24 hours :)