Packing Up and Heading Home


Well, it’s almost time for me to return home.  I only have 1 class, 1 seminar, 1 day of fieldwork, and 1 final before I am free!!  I’m heading home tomorrow afternoon.  I spent quite a bit of time both yesterday and Sunday packing everything up.  I only have 1 small bag and my bedding and such left to go (although that will probably have to wait until tonight or maybe even tomorrow morning).

I’ve never moved in my life (well, I moved when I was 3 or so, but I don’t remember that at all).  It’s weird to look at all of my stuff packing into boxes and bags- it seems like I have so much (it was exhausting packing everything), but at the same time, it seems weird that almost everything I own can be packed into just 3 small/medium plastic totes, 2 medium sized boxes and two small suitcases.  Of course, I have stuff that I didn’t bring to college, but I’ve spent the past nine months with just this stuff.

It’s really weird to think that my freshman year of college is almost over.  It seems like just yesterday that I was packing up all my stuff and leaving home for the first time.  This year has been amazing.  Before I came to college, I was really worried about whether I’d like it, whether I’d make friends, and if I’d transition well.  I’ve always been a bit of a homebody, and was concerned that I would be really homesick.  To my surprise, the transition was really easy.  Of course, there were times when I really missed home and wanted to be with my family and the friends I’ve known my entire life, but those times were pretty few and far between.  It didn’t take long to get used to my new (tiny) room, having a roommate, sharing a bathroom with 20 other girls, or eating in a dining hall for every meal.  My classes were not as hard as I was expecting (although still rather challenging).  I felt well-prepared academically for college-level courses.  I discovered I loved art, and even added on to my major.  I made many wonderful friends.  I joined a club (yeah, only one- I plan on being much more involved in clubs and such next year).

One of the hardest things for me to get used to was that I can’t do everything at college that I love to do at home: hike, go on a bike ride, paint furniture or walls, sew, make things with my hands, or even just read on the porch.  Of course, some of those things I could do here, but just don’t have the means by which to do so right now.  When you live in a room that’s about 12′ by 10′, and which you share with another person, there’s not much room for sewing or such.  I don’t have a car, so getting to hiking trails is difficult.  I didn’t bring my bike to school because Elmira is not very bike friendly and the only bike storage is across campus (ok, that’s just laziness).  I’m hoping to find more friends next year that like to hike and such (and that hopefully have transportation), so that I will be able to do those things more.

I’m also not sure if I’ll ever come to like the campus food.  I actually didn’t mind it so much at first, but by now I am longing so much for my mom’s cooking.  It may have something to do with the fact that I only eat about four of the meals, which means I eat the same four things every single week (and sometimes even every day).  Maybe I should be less picky?

Although there are downsides to living on the opposite side of campus from everyone else (and the gym, dining hall, and library), I’m going to miss living over here next year.  The dorm I’m in this year (the only one over here) is known for being quiet and all academic-like (a.k.a. the nerds live here).  Our shirts say, “What if [my] hall has been partying since 1959…And the other side of campus just didn’t know…”.  It really is quiet over here- even on a weekend, when quiet hours technically start at 1 AM, it’s completely silent by 10 PM.  Although some people definitely wouldn’t like it, I like my little slice of peace and quiet over here.  And we have the best view on campus!

Besides the lack of things to do and the not so delicious food, I’ve really enjoyed the past year.  Has it been the best year of my life?  Probably not.  But it’s been a good year, and that’s all that really matters.

And as great as the past 9 months have been, I am so  ready to return home, where things are familiar, where my family and friends are, and where I can do everything I enjoy.