Home truly is where the heart is

By Marissa Cianchetti

Most people at Centre are excited to go home for the holidays, and in some ways I am too. It’s not like I don’t love all my parents or the rest of my family back home, but I don’t share that same excitement, or the desire to spend a month at home for Christmas, or the five days for thanksgiving.

As I write this blog on the plane home to Chicago I really wouldn’t mind if I had to go back to Danville. I already miss my friends from Danville and the people who take care of me.

I especially miss Mrs. Hendrickson’s amazing home cooked dinners and hugs after I had a bad day of classes. I can only look back upon the past year and a half of living in Danville and smile realizing that is where home is.

It also makes me laugh because of the way perceptions change so much. When I first got to here or there, I thought this town was awful, it was so small and I thought it had nothing to offer me. (Now I actually think Danville is big and traffic downtown is awful!) I was ready to transfer and if I stayed I was gone, back to Chicago, the day I graduated.

Now I cannot imagine living anywhere else, I would love to raise my family here. My parents have to drag me home, even if it is just for four days. I cry when I leave the city every time, unless it’s a golf trip.

I guess I just wanted to thank everyone in Danville for making me a part of your family. I couldn’t have a picked a better place with better people. That’s what I am thankful for and of course my family. Oh, and that this plane ride is almost over!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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