Hello again! I am, in fact, alive and well, despite my blog’s hiatus of almost two freaking months. (I would apologize to you, but I’m more annoyed with my self for not updating it regularly than you probably are.)
Anyway, I figured I would start using this blog a little less for reviews and such and a little more for my life and goings-on. That will definitely include reviews and books and movies, but it will include cool classes and restaurants and outings and events as well. It will be like more of a journal, I suppose.
So first, the elephant in the preverbal room, the cause of the momentary absence. I went to college. I took classes. I lived in a dorm. I did (and am doing) the thing that teenagers do: leave home.
Rory did it, and now I have too.
It’s odd. Sad. Exciting. A bunch of other adjectives that somehow correlate nostalgia and missing your family with being eager to see and explore and stay up all night and learn as many new, interesting things as you can.
It’s so odd. Odd that I’m eighteen, an age that seemed so foreign, so old, mere years ago. Odd that I’m completely responsible for my own food, wellbeing, exercise, routine, money… Odd that I’m actually in college, after working towards it for so long. Odd that everyone, and life, is moving right along too.
I’ve lived on campus for the past month, and am fortunate that I know know how to get around, where classes usually are, what classes are like. I have friends and have been to parties, pulled almost all-nighters, and gone on adventures with them. I know how the dining halls work, what you can sneak in and out and what you can’t. I know how to get from place to place. I know where the best coffee is, the best places around campus to study. I don’t have a study tree yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
I’ve done a lot over the past couple weeks, thinking about it, a lot that I’m looking forward to sharing in my next posts.
This isn’t to say, of course, that I’m an expert, or that everything won’t be completely different in the fall. There will be thousands more people, thousands more events, thousands more things going on. Things will be different, new again.
In the words of Fitzgerald, “life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” And it will. But this is completely fine by me. Taking classes and going to school in the summer has given me confidence, has shown me that I can handle both actually being a first year college student and the thought of it. I know that I am supported, loved, know that if anything happens it will all work out.
My high school friends are worried about moving out, going to college, not knowing anyone. I am so grateful to have already dealt with most of this anxiety. Now, my only worries are taking science labs, getting my schedule fixed, hanging posters in my dorm, and wearing heels during Rush. Now, all that’s left is a persistent optimism, excitement, hope, and eagerness to learn that is shared by few but our very own book and coffee-loving Gilmore Girl.