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Beloved Granddaughter begged her mother every week, for her first semester; please let me transfer closer to home (she is only two hours away), her mom would tell her she had to last one year, and then she and I would shed tears because we missed her worse than she missed us but we knew she needed to stay where she was. The second semester was better, but there were still episodes of "I want to come home and commute". NO.
She's a junior now, has made so very many friends, is active in her sorority, and can't imagine being anywhere else. She still gets homesick and thinks the breaks aren't quite long enough, but she loves her school and her sisters. Her sorority wasn't really her first choice either, but it is now.
Hang in there. That first semester is like being in a totally different world.
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