LEAVING FOR UMASS AMHERST TODAY!
HOLY CRAP, I AM GOING TO COLLEGE THIS MORNING!!!
I'm really nervous, and it's killing me to say goodbye to my little sister and my cats and my sweet puppy boy and my bird.
I am going to miss my sweet little pets.
I'm going to miss great dinners at home.
I'm going to miss my room.
YEAH I NEVER GET TO HAVE MY ROOM EVER AGAIN.
My sister is taking that room for the rest of our time here at home.
When I come home in the summer, I have to stay in her room.
SHE IS PAINTING MY ROOM, MOVING ALL OF MY STUFF OUT OF MY ROOM, and I NEVER GET TO GO BACK TO MYYY ROOM EVER AGAIN!!
I hate that.
It's like I died or something. My sister will come in to completely fill the place I once took. All of my stuff is going into boxes.
Eventually it'll be like I never lived here.
The only reminder of me will be pictures of me around the house, and even these are sort of scarce.
I think that's what really makes me not like going off to college the most.
If I got my room back when I came home, it'd be okay, because at least that would never change and I could always remember that my house was still my HOME.
It's not going to feel that way, I don't think, when I get shoved into a much smaller, strange room when I come home.
It'll feel like sleeping in a guest bedroom.
Maybe I'll get used to it, but right now it's really bothering me that my family is hiding away everything that's mine like I've died.
That's how it feels.
It felt like I was on my deathbed this morning when my sister came to say goodbye to me before she went to school.
I gave her directions about putting away my stuff (most of which is still in my room, so she's gonna have to clean it up! :P) and she talked about how she's used to eating dinner without me there because I'm gone so often.
I just lay in bed, pretending like I was going to be able to go back to sleep as she walked out my door after giving me a quick goodbye hug.
At least I have a new roommate who's awesome, and loads of awesome new stuff to put in my dorm to make it into the dream room I've always wanted.
It still won't feel like home, though.
I guess, after time, it'll feel like something close?
I'm really nervous, and it's killing me to say goodbye to my little sister and my cats and my sweet puppy boy and my bird.
I am going to miss my sweet little pets.
I'm going to miss great dinners at home.
I'm going to miss my room.
YEAH I NEVER GET TO HAVE MY ROOM EVER AGAIN.
My sister is taking that room for the rest of our time here at home.
When I come home in the summer, I have to stay in her room.
SHE IS PAINTING MY ROOM, MOVING ALL OF MY STUFF OUT OF MY ROOM, and I NEVER GET TO GO BACK TO MYYY ROOM EVER AGAIN!!
I hate that.
It's like I died or something. My sister will come in to completely fill the place I once took. All of my stuff is going into boxes.
Eventually it'll be like I never lived here.
The only reminder of me will be pictures of me around the house, and even these are sort of scarce.
I think that's what really makes me not like going off to college the most.
If I got my room back when I came home, it'd be okay, because at least that would never change and I could always remember that my house was still my HOME.
It's not going to feel that way, I don't think, when I get shoved into a much smaller, strange room when I come home.
It'll feel like sleeping in a guest bedroom.
Maybe I'll get used to it, but right now it's really bothering me that my family is hiding away everything that's mine like I've died.
That's how it feels.
It felt like I was on my deathbed this morning when my sister came to say goodbye to me before she went to school.
I gave her directions about putting away my stuff (most of which is still in my room, so she's gonna have to clean it up! :P) and she talked about how she's used to eating dinner without me there because I'm gone so often.
I just lay in bed, pretending like I was going to be able to go back to sleep as she walked out my door after giving me a quick goodbye hug.
At least I have a new roommate who's awesome, and loads of awesome new stuff to put in my dorm to make it into the dream room I've always wanted.
It still won't feel like home, though.
I guess, after time, it'll feel like something close?