Where exactly is home? The dictionary has 31 definitions for the word “home,” to me the most poingant being:
The place in which one’s domestic affections are centered
So when people ask me when I’m leaving home, to go back to school (5 more days, by the way), I ask them why they assume that Northbrook, IL is home for me, still? As much as I love my family, and all my friends here, my domestic offections are centered at the University of Miami. The one thing I look most forward to each vacation, is the day I step foot on campus once again.
Now don’t take this the wrong way. Mom, Dad, Jess, friends… I love being back in Northbrook, seeing all of you, spending time with you, everything. It’s a big part of my life, and I wouldn’t trade it. That doesn’t mean, however, that I call this place home. When I sit down to think about what home means to me, a few questions pop into my head:
- Most obviously, where do I spend most of my life?
- What is the one place I long to be the most when I’m away from it?
- Where is the highest concentration of my friends and mentors?
- Where can I do what I love, all day, every day?
When the answer to each one of those questions is the exact same, I think I have a winner. The University of Miami is my home. The Frost School of Music is my home. The UM band is my home. I cherish my time down at UM like a working father cherishes his time at his home with his family, his children. I look forward to going back to UM like that father looks forward to going back to his family after a business trip. The last 3 months have absolutely flown by, and while I wouldn’t for a moment try to convince you I didn’t enjoy them, I also am not going to tell you that I’m not ready/excited to go back to Miami.
In 5 days, I’m going home.