Call my family once a week.

i didn’t in my first year but but the busier i get, the more i realise that sometimes i just want to get on a plane and be away from my friends and my deadlines and my degree and go home. i miss my family. they call me, they miss me. and speaking to them, even if its just my mom or my sister, is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from dropping out and living in a boz for the rest of my life. sentimental, but true

with my mother calling me everyday, this really isn’t an issue. i should probably call my grandparents though.