Coming back home to CT, I feel like myself again and returning to that warm welcome feeling from my family. When being on the Jetblue plane leaving Sarasota for a week, I felt like the Ringling student side of me is gone temporarily and the old self is coming back. When my friends were asking me about my plans for spring break and I told them that I was going back to the north. They thought I was crazy to go to a place that is still a little bit cold, than staying in a place like Florida where it is warm and sunny and I could go to the beach. Since freshman year, I always go home for the breaks because I love being with my family, seeing all those familiar faces and talking to them face to face than on my phone. Also our spring break lands on the week of my dad's birthday, and I always like being home for my his birthday.
On sunday, my family came over to the house to celebrate an early birthday for my dad, and to see me. It was fun seeing everyones faces and talking to them. The last time I saw my family together at my house was on Christmas Eve, most of them are not on Facebook and I don't call them as much, compared to how much I call and talk to my parents. When my family saw me they look at me and told me that I looked good and were asking me about how I'm doing with school. I love talking to my family, I love how social we are and how active we get in our conversations. My family is Italian and I think what people think of Italian's is our food and being loud talkers, that is no lie in my family. From my observation, everyone is standing up talking to one or more people and at some point of the night, all the men would be in the living room sitting on the couch and chairs talking about sports, and the woman would be in the dinning room just talking about one topic and then moving forward to something else. It never changes in my family, that in the beginning we are all in one room together talking, then we go into our groups of people and have separate conversations. But what brings everyone back to one conversation is when dinner is served. Then we are back to engaging in one another's conversation.
With the day done of interacting with my family, I feel I'm back to my old self. I think that when we go to different places (or new places) we show a new side of ourselves. For example, while I'm at Ringling College of Art and Design, I'm showing my artist side of me. That part of me is open to learn and ready to work on a new project. When I go back to a familiar place and be with familiar faces (my family and friends), I can relax and not stress on trying to impress others with my work or to get a good grade from a teacher. When I'm with my mom, I feel open to tell her anything and she always has good advice when I need some. When I home for the breaks, my mom likes to do stuff with me, like go shopping and have lunch, just us.
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