As move-in day approaches, the word that keeps flashing in my mind is “bittersweet.”
Yes, I’m ready to be independent. I know that college will mark the start of many opportunities to make meaningful progress in life. But at the same time, I really like sleeping in my bunk bed at home. I mean, of course, I will miss my family and friends terribly. But this thing has its own built-in bookcase! Those dorm beds just won’t cut it.
In all seriousness, I am really excited about the big changes in store for me and my friends. We’re all pretty much on the same page — worrying about getting through that dreaded first semester, how we’ll fit in and how these new worlds will affect our old bonds.
Naturally, this summer has us more nostalgic than ever. Whenever we get together, our conversations gravitate toward reminiscing (with all the requisite giggles, finger-pointing and cringes). It seems to be sort of an unloading process — we can clear some space, wrap all these things up and tuck them neatly away in our minds. We’re going to need a lot of room for what’s ahead.
I couldn’t ask my parents to be more helpful or supportive. They’ve given me everything I need to prepare for college, and then some. They helped me during my college search, they assisted in finding the right financial aid opportunities and are steadfast in making sure I have all the tools necessary for success in whatever field I choose. They’re also pretty quick to remind me that, hey, this college thing ain’t cheap, and they want to make sure I’m focused and ready to take that step.
I will be among the first of my friends to leave for college. It will hurt to know my friends are having good-bye good times without me. But I take solace in knowing that because my year starts and ends earlier than my friends, I’ll be waiting at the airport next spring, gifts in hand, when each and every one of them comes back home.
