I can’t help but feel like Susan Barton returning to civilization.
She wants nothing more than to get back to her life off of
the island, as she remains stuck there after having been “castaway”. However, once her hopes come true and
she returns to society, she cannot get the island out of her head. She longs for its isolation and the
ability to hide from her past.
Why is it that
while at college, though I love it and appreciate it, I long for the comforts
of home? However, upon
arriving in my home, I feel old insecurities and doubts arise in me? Why is it so difficult to have more
than one place that means “home” to me?
Is this just a transitional stage, like high school to college, or will I
forever search for that sustained feeling of “home” again?
