A lot of people look forward to going home and being in their old room. While I do have a room at home, it's not really anything to look forward to. I know some people still have things left in their rooms: posters, childhood memories, whatever. My room is void of such things. It contains merely a bed, dresser, and desk. The closet contains a few boxes of my things packed and ready to be shipped off to wherever I end up after college.
It's not only these things that make my room at home so unattractive. It's right next to my parents' room, so I have to be quiet all the time. If I decide to stay up late, I have to turn off my stereo (forget even turning it down). Then, I get the privilege of hearing my father snore through the wall.
If you couldn't tell, I'm not exactly ecstatic about going home. I usually make it sound worse than it is, but by the time January rolls around, I'll be plenty ready to come back here.
