I’m worried that something similar might happen when I return from college. Instead of feeling comfortable and relieved, I’ll feel unfamiliar and awkward, like I’m staying at a friend’s house for a week before I return to Boston. I’ve often heard sayings such as “home is where the heart is,” but how am I supposed to call this new place “home” without the proper time to love it? 

I, like so many others, have forgotten that I permanently live inside my head.

Though BU can improve student quality of life, much of the responsibility lies on students themselves.