I don't know what I want

I have about 2 weeks left in this wonderful place. It's giving me mixed feelings. I want to be home and sit on the couch and drink coffee in the warm morning sun while discussing dreams with my mom. I want to hear my dad play guitar and pace the small condo we live in. I want to hop in my car with my little sister and drink iced tea on the way to the beach. I want to take a long bubble bath with lavender and candles and a good book. I want to be home. But I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave the midnight crew that stays up to ungodly hours doing almost nothing. I don't want to leave the immense amount of laughter that comes with every meal and every homework or class break. I don't want to leave the incredible philosophical and theological discussions that come so easily into every conversation. I don't want to leave moments of sitting in the RD's kitchen half doing work and half singing my heart out so my voice echos in his empty rooms. I don't want to leave the ease of running off into the woods and jumping into waterfalls. I don't want to leave, but I want to be home.