It took a million miles to get here....so what the hurry to rush back???

So I've been home for about four days now (and am leaving today back to Oberlin), and had Thanksgiving with my family for the first time in maybe two years. It's amazing how a house can still feel so familiar above all else. I guess that the only thing that I really have to talk about is what I might be thankful for. On my facebook status I wrote about being thankful for drops of clarity that sometimes happen. But it makes me wonder if I've "grown up" enough to know when those happen? An honest reflection of myself makes me sometimes feel like I don't really know when or what to do. But that's okay. It's okay to fumble in the dark for a bit...trying to find the lightswitch. It's okay to not know your direction...so you have to sit down for a minute and think about life. I'm trying to get to that point of knowing/understanding that one has to take a minute if that makes any sense. But then again maybe...me knowing this about myself, that I am sometimes not comfortable with not knowing what to do is that moment of clarity. And that I shouldn't really have to try to be comfortable-maybe I should just be.