It hit me for the first time this week that come the end of the semester, I’d actually be going home—and I felt sick. But, at the same exact time, I’m homesick too. There’s a three-way-tug-of-war among loving where I am, missing home, and also being scared to go back home.

After a semester of Southern hospitality, columnist Timmy Facciola rediscovers his Jesuit Identity, finding a new appreciation for being a man for others.