I Cried For the First Time When Leaving Home at Age 22

I’ve never really cried leaving home.

In fact—I always found myself crying on the way home. Be it on the bus back from camp as an eight-year-old, my flight back from Barcelona after my travels abroad or my drive out of Ann Arbor for the last time as a college graduate. In those instances, leaving meant an exciting new adventure, and my journey back meant I was saying goodbye to the friends that I made, the places I grew to love, and all of the happy carefree memories made there. Coming home s...