You remind me so much of me when I was in college. I was much closer to home, though, so I could go home any weekend I wanted to. I went home often that first semester before I’d been able to make friends outside of my dorm floor. Letters were my lifeline that made me feel less isolated.
The next year I was able to change to a coed dorm where I was able to make more friends. My roommate, who had lived there before, went back and we agreed to get different roommates so we could meet a wider circle of people. One of those I meet, but not through her, was the man who is now my husband and many of our mutual now lifelong friends. After making some close friendships, I went home less often. But I still loved letters from my penpals and high school friends.