In a largely unoriginal theme, and in the spirit of this past Thanksgiving, there is one thing for which I am thankful above all else. As I sit on the Bolt Bus departing New York City for Baltimore in T-minus four minutes, I’m going home. At a similar time last week, I would have been writing the same thing as I waited for the bus in the opposite direction. I’ve always had a home; to me, the place I called home was never not New York City. I’ve written about it countless times — my wacky, rude, eccentric, lovable family and friends have always been from here, and it wasn’t until I arrived at Hopkins last autumn that it became a possibility for these people to be from any other place.

When it comes to a hometown, I’m a bit elitist. I know it’s a flaw, and I’m putting it here in writing to let people know that I’m aware of this. Still, I know that I’m from the best place on Earth, crumbling subways, potholes, and all. I talk about New York like nobody else knows its majesty, but it’s much more than a tourist destination filled with skyscrapers and cement. After more than three months without coming home, more than anything else on this good Earth, I missed my sisters. I think I’ve finally debunked why I’m so defensive about New York’s perfection, and the reason is my sisters.

Everyone gets homesick, it’s just a fact of college life. I am eternally thankful for the families I have at Hopkins that make these moments few and far between. The Octopodes, Alpha Phi Omega, and all of the friends I made last year make it difficult to feel lonely; leaving them makes me feel like I’m leaving a piece of myself behind, but when I’m at school I feel that same small twinge of hollowness because of my sisters.


I’m a triplet; both of my sisters are identical and I’m fraternal, and maybe to some people that means that my sisters are closer to each other than they are to me, but being fraternal means that I love both of my identical sisters equally and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Felicia is at American University in Washington, D.C. studying Public Health and minoring in International Studies while Emily is about seven hours in the opposite direction, studying Criminal Justice and minoring in Psychology at SUNY Albany. To say the least, seeing each other is difficult. Over the course of a semester, I’ll see Felicia once or twice but seeing Emily is next to impossible.

Needless to say, three months without my flesh and blood had me practically sprinting to the bus last Saturday. My sisters are my best friends, my lifeline, and we have multiple group chats (titled Potato, Thumb, & Muffin, and Extraneous Bae Group Chat #2, respectively). Even from our courses of study, it is immediately apparent that we are very different people. I think that’s what keeps us grounded. We’re engaged and confused by the knowledge that the other two possess, and I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone more than I love my sisters.


My sisters make coming home special. It’s evident to me now that I have more than one home, the one I was given in New York and the one that I made for myself in Baltimore. I’m caught up in a whirlwind of homes and happiness, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about the tumult.

I guess you could say I’m lost in the sauce, so to speak.  And that’s not referring to the snack ’n’ go applesauce I have stashed in my backpack for my my refrigerator at school.