Moving out of the Dorm
Today sucks. I don't want to move out. I want to stay longer. I want everyone to come back.
I remember the first day I moved into this room so clearly.
I opened the door and was amazed....at how small the room was! Out of every other person in the apartment I got by FAR the smallest room. That first day moving in was actually really sad. I remember thinking - could I really call this place home?
There was absolutely nothing there. No bed sheets, no hangers, no toilet paper. Just 4 white walls and a brown desk. I looked at my two massive suitcases and had no idea where to start. I remember not having anything to eat for dinner that first night - I forgot that I had to buy food! I ate chocolate bars for dinner. I was such a sad sight.
But looking back so much happened in this little room. I really liked it in the end.
Today I took down all my posters, packed up all my clothes and everything else. I took one last look at my room. It was how it was when I first saw it - no bed sheets, no hangers, no toilet paper. I think of the next person to have my room next year. I wish I could tell him/her what an amazing place it was to live in. If only walls could speak what stories would they tell? I didn't want to say goodbye just yet. I wanted to stay but I had to leave. One last moment to soak it all in, and I turned and left.
Goodbye flat 61 Room 6. I will always remember you. Thank you.
I remember the first day I moved into this room so clearly.
I opened the door and was amazed....at how small the room was! Out of every other person in the apartment I got by FAR the smallest room. That first day moving in was actually really sad. I remember thinking - could I really call this place home?
There was absolutely nothing there. No bed sheets, no hangers, no toilet paper. Just 4 white walls and a brown desk. I looked at my two massive suitcases and had no idea where to start. I remember not having anything to eat for dinner that first night - I forgot that I had to buy food! I ate chocolate bars for dinner. I was such a sad sight.
But looking back so much happened in this little room. I really liked it in the end.
Today I took down all my posters, packed up all my clothes and everything else. I took one last look at my room. It was how it was when I first saw it - no bed sheets, no hangers, no toilet paper. I think of the next person to have my room next year. I wish I could tell him/her what an amazing place it was to live in. If only walls could speak what stories would they tell? I didn't want to say goodbye just yet. I wanted to stay but I had to leave. One last moment to soak it all in, and I turned and left.
Goodbye flat 61 Room 6. I will always remember you. Thank you.