So on the first day, my family helped me move in and organize my things. It was a long process because the res. halls were crowded with new students and their families. After finally moving all my things and settling down, I walked my family around campus for a while and then to their cars. This is when the tears began. First it was my mom who started to cry, then my eldest sister, then my nephew who is two years younger than me, then after that, I couldn’t keep it in. I teared up, and even more when my other sister started to cry because she never cries for anything. After I said good bye, I walked back to my room and sat their for a while letting it sink in. It was a lonely first night because I have a single and most of suite mates had not moved in yet.
Today, I woke up early to attend the free breakfast for our building. By the time it was time to go, I had familiarized myself with my suite and suite mates. I can tell that we’re all going to be close because everyone is pretty chill and down to earth.
After breakfast, I realized I lost my keys, so my suite mate and I spent a good 30 min. retracing our steps until we found them. I was so scared I would have to pay for a lock change for the entire suite. After that, I played tennis with a few people then we went out to eat lunch. I then had about 4 hours to kill until the jello fight and then later the Sigma Chi frat. party. I took this chance to take a nap, but I only ended up sleeping for an hour because it took forever to get back to our suite.
The dance and frat. party were pretty crazy and a new experience for me. Nonetheless, I had an amazing time. My suite mates wanted to leave early though to grab a bite to eat, but I still had a fun time. After this party, I changed my mind about not rushing. I also recognized and met some Tumblr people I follow, so that was fun as well.
All in all, I have been really busy adjusting to this new life and experiencing a world on my own. I don’t know where the time goes, but it feels as if I’ll never have a time for a nap again. Oh well, I’ll live it up as much as I can!
College is great.
With finally doing such, my life is now complete.
My life has nothing interesting to depict in words anymore. I just want to find that special something or someone that will give meaning back to my writing and a reason behind it.
Maybe this is just the mentality of a late night blogger.
- Where I feel like I can’t talk to anybody because I’m afraid you’ll get jealous.
- Feel like I can’t go anywhere because you’ll think that I’m going to do something wrong.
- When I don’t talk to you for an hour or two, you’ll get upset.
- Saying you’ll change your ways, but you don’t.
Honestly, I don’t want to feel like I’m fucking locked up. I need space for myself and room to breathe.
All I need now is some spam musubi and a Thai tea.
