Home is where the heart is.

Ultimately its not because it is beautiful or because it is fun or because I can do the things I love here, or because I go to school here. I call it home because I get this overwhelming feeling of being cared for here. I know I used to have something like that downstate, but it is gone. Maybe occasionally a friend or family member shows that they care about me, but it is not constant. I just do not feel the way I do here anywhere else. Marquette is love. Flint is obligation.