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My name is Tyler McCall and I am a college student in North Carolina. I love people, learning about other cultures, Jesus, traveling, hanging out in coffee shops, pretending I can keep a Blog, painting, drawing, reading, and trying to change the world around me. I hope you enjoy my Blog!

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You know...whenever I go home to visit during the year it always take me so much motivation to get packed and ready to go and then so much motivation once I'm there to get packed and come back to GWU. At times I find myself frustrated with my family or just sick of being around my friends at home and really like being able to come back to GWU, a place that I truly love. At the same time I can always escape to the mountains if I need to get away from school.

I guess I didn't go home to terribly much my first year of college; I went home for breaks and some weekends and even for a Sunday afternoon once. I spent a good bit of time at home when my great aunt died first semester, but tried to stay at GWU as much as I could.

When I decided to apply for my internship that I'm doing right now I consulted my parents to make sure they were ok with me staying in Boiling Springs all summer...although it was hard for them at first, they understood and were very supportive. So, classes and exams ended and I went home for a few days...then it was back to GWU to go to Chicago. Once I was back from that trip my parents came down, moved me into my apartment, and that has been it.

So, I've been in the A-P-T for what? Almost a month and haven't really gone home...and I'm starting to miss it. I feel like it's immature or silly to be homesick, but I am starting to get to that point. I get The Transylvania Times (my hometown newspaper) and read it and miss that community so much. I go out to eat at a Mexican place in Shelby with friends here and it makes me miss Celito Lindo in downtown Brevard and eating there with my friends. While it is hard at home (I feel like I fall in my faith a lot more easily, I slip up and say and do things I shouldn't, and a lot of my friends aren't Christians-or don't profess their faith as I do) I really do love it. I love my friends in Brevard and even though I said at one point that I really didn't want to deal with them this summer I want to deal with them. I want to be annoyed by Sarah's wining and Brooke's mom not letting her do things. I want to get frustrated with Chris and Alex because they are such jerks all the time. I want to hang out with loud mouth Jeanette and hear her talk dirty about tons of guys. I want to hug Kati and spend time with her and hear about what is going on in her life. I want to harass Lori and try to steal Justin from her. I want to get mad at my mom or dad for being annoying or threaten my little brother's life for messing up something of mine. I want to get upset with my grandmother's nagging and bad attitude. I want to go to the mall and Barnes & Noble and Cheeseburger in Paradise and see a movie and go in the forest and lay in my hammock and walk around downtown and spend time with some amazing people that have been and will always be an important part of my life.

I want to go home...

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