The Last Time I Left Home.

The last time i left home.

This summer i got accepted to Iowa State University George Washington Carver Internship Program 2012. I wasreally excited because of it. I counted the days until my departure. This wasn't the first time i left home by myself. Actually every singletime that i have leave the island has been by myself. But this time, it was special. I was going to spend all summer apart of my friends andfamily.

When i got to the airport i didn't felt sad or worry, I only wanted to get there. I didn't know what to expect. When i finally got there,the weeks passed as singles. I felt so in peace and so independ. It was like what i dreamed home would feel like. A place where you can beyourself and don’t feel ashamed of it . Where i could easy be friendly and sociable. In iowa i could feel complete i just loved the enormous cornfields. I began to eat healthy, exercise and i felt so proud about it. Nobody fighted with me. I got my responsibilities and did my work. And icould be a better researcher because i got the opportunity of becoming one. My family called me and asked me if i missed home and i always answeredno. And that last day of my internship i could understand why. I wasn't going home that day, i was leaving home. That place where i feltcomplete. The place a become an adult. I turn 18 and could feel the responsibility of it. There by myself at home. And i can't wait to return!