We finally made it to the doors and began unloading my
clothes and the eight million bags of food that my mom had packed for me.
Although I wasn’t too worried about my new roommate seeing as how she was a
friend from home and we had already decided to live together, I still was
unsure about sharing my room and not being able to have the privacy that I had
back home.
I was worried that the little habits I had that no one at home
seemed to mind might annoy my roommate and my roommate might have just as many
annoying little habits that I might not be able to handle as well.
After I had all my things unpacked and put exactly where I
wanted, my roommate and I decided to go around our hall and see whom we would
be living with for the next semesters. As we went around to different rooms and
met different people my nervousness seemed to diminish. I began to realize that
not everyone here knew everyone else and everyone was just an anxious and
nervous about being here as I was. I started to feel better and was actually
kind of excited about living here all by myself.
I still miss the security of living at home and the home
cooked meals that are nonexistent here and the friends that I grew up with but
I know we have all changed and those memories are just that memories. And when
times get too tough my mom is just a phone call away. But I am not too quick to
call her and have her solve my problems. I have learned that I can usually work
things out by myself and it makes me realize that I don’t need to fear change,
that its just a part of life that everyone has to go through sometime.
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