Last night got me thinking. Specifically, our last floor meeting about close down and packing up my room has gotten me to thinking. I am almost done with my first year of college. As cliche as this is going to sound, it HONESTLY feels like it was only yesterday that I was moving in before H4 and totally freaking out. It feels like only yesterday that I was going through MASTER plan and freaking out and wanting to go home. That first weekend before school I wanted nothing more than to go home, back to what I knew, back to where I was comfortable. All that has changed now. I go home, and after a day I am ready to be back at school
As much as I LOVE the comforts of home, and as badly as I want to go home and enjoy my summer (I use the term enjoy lightly...), part of me yearns to stay behind. My friends have become my family when my biological family can't be with me. WKU has become my home away from home. I can guarantee you that in 2 weeks I'll be having a really bad case of "I miss my friends!!!!" I won't necessarily miss going to classes. I won't miss the massive amounts of reading and homework. I won't miss having to make it up the hill on time. But I will miss late night Steak and Shake and Waffle House runs. I will miss staying up ridiculously late just because I can. I'll miss homework parties in the hall. I'll miss my friends. Part of me will even miss the insanity that the 5th floor always seemed to cause.
But at the same time, I am kind of scared for next year. I wont be in Minton. I wont be in Bates. I wont be with the honors kids. I'll be a Resident Assistant in PFT. Don't get me wrong, I am VERY excited about it (I practically skipped out of the new staff meeting Wednesday night because I am so excited). I'm freaking out because I don't know what it's like down there. For right now, I am going off of what people have said. So from what I have heard it's not going to be too bad.
As I pack up my room, I remember DREADING living in a room with someone that I barely knew, fearing that my roommate wasn't going to like me. Now, I'm kind of sad to have to leave it. To leave the community that is the 10th floor. To leave room 1006.
In high school I thought that those were the people who were going to make my life, the people that would be there forever. While a small handful of them might be in my life forever, most of them wont be. I can guarantee I wont talk to some people again until our 10 year reunion...not because I don't want to talk to them, but just because it probably wont work out like that. College gives people a new life, new friends, and a new family. THESE are the people that I am going to be friends with years on down the road after graduation. I don't even want to THINK about that yet...you think I'm sentimental now, wait until my graduation day. I'll lose it.
Okay. I'm done. For now at least. It'll all hit me again when I have to start saying goodbye to people next week. :(
