It has gone by entirely too fast. I remember carefully unpacking all my things into the small confines of room 307, and admiring my roommate for her matching belongings. All her things were the girliest of colors, polka-dotted and striped, everything tucked into perfection. I took a look at all of my mismatched things, all of which I hung and placed with half-hearted pride, in hopes that she wouldn't think of me oddly.
I remember crying when my parents left and walking around my new room alone for the first time. It was exhilarating. I loved it.
I remember the first time I got drunk in college, and the last time I tried to be part of a college party. I remember all the cute boys Ive looked at, and all the drunk girls I've nursed to hangovers. I remember all the fights I've gotten into with Jenna, and all the times we repeated our sorrys. I remember all the movies we watched on our crappy playstation. I remember all the times we cleaned our room and ran to the dumpster with arms full or trashbags. I remember all the trips I took home, and all the long drives back.
I am really sad to leave even if its only for a few months. I am really sad that not all of my friends are returning.
But I'm overjoyed that it all happened. It all actually happened, life happened. Life beautifully and magnificently happened.
I sit here, alone, reading the goodbye letters in the paper, and here I am, writing my goodbye letter to myself, myself as a freshman.
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