This weekend, I moved into an 18 by 16 foot room with a complete stranger, leaving everything I know behind. And boy was it weird. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a confusing set of emotions: The first day, I was over joyed with excitement of moving in, the second I felt lost with not knowing who to hang out with. Third day was weird in general with a mixture of sadness of my family soon to leave, and joy from hanging out with friends. Today was the hardest so far and it’s not even noon, and that’s simply because my family just left. After a long set of tears while eating breakfast, we found a bench overlooking the town in Durango and just talked. This is now one of my favorite spots on campus, and will be one of my favorite memories from move in weekend.
And now here I am, waiting to go explore the campus with some friends, and it doesn’t feel real. I’m the girl who was planning out how to decorate my dorm room junior year of high-school, and don’t get me wrong, I love how it turned out. But it doesn’t feel the way I expected. It’s does feel like home, because well-it’s not. But at the same time, it doesn’t feel like some random room I’m staying in.
I start classes tomorrow and even that doesn’t feel real. After all, I’m here to study. Yet when I think of my math class tomorrow, I don’t really feel anything. I don’t feel excited, or nervous.
I’ve just realized how negative this post is, and trust me, I have not been spending the last few days cooped up in my room. I’ve made so many friends, with names that are so new to me, that I couldn’t put my finger on all of them. But they sure are fun to go get ice-cream with.
There was no real vision I had for this post, to be honest, I just wanted to talk about my weekend, and my journal has already heard me ramble on for ages.