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I'm staying at school for thanksgiving. Everyone else in my house has gone home, as have most of my other friends. I decided to stay last minute, not wanting to make the drive home. I'd be alone there too anyways. It's just me and my roommate's cat in the house. I don't know if he's caught on that everyone else is gone yet. I thought I would feel completely fine, I was actually really looking forward to being alone for a few days. But as the last of my roommates was getting ready to leave, I felt that familiar tightness in my chest that I do when I sit alone on my bed at home. I wished he would stay another few minutes, or even just leave tomorrow. I didn't expect this feeling here. I love it here so much, this place feels like more of my home than my actual house ever has. The reason I dread visiting home is because I know I will be alone, I will feel so small in my room. My full size bed will feel way too big, the ceiling will stretch way too ta...