So I’m almost done with my first semester of college (yay!) and while I nervously await the overwhelming swell of finals anxiety that’s bound to hit any day, I’ve had some time to think about these last 3 months. College is a strange entity in itsself. One day, someone decided that it would be not only logical, but beneficial, to uproot young-adults from their lives, move them and their stuff somewhere new, expect them to make new friends and live without supervision, and as if that wasn’t enough, teach them complicated things. Really, it’s madness when you think of it that way.

I am a person who is generally afraid of change. I don’t mind admitting it; I’m still openminded and all, but change scares the crap out of me. So, natrually, this whole college scared me too. For the first 2 months, my heart was just not here. It was back in Hadley, so to speak, which is strange considering how much I wanted to leave in the first place. I thought that I could “do college” with one foot back home. That, however, didn’t work out like I planned. You see, home wasn’t “home” anymore. It was not the place I spent my summer, and departed from on August 29th. And it took me way to long to realize that. I looked foreward to Thanksgiving break like you wouldn’t believe. But to be honest, it was good, but not great. I was missing college the entire time (which surprised me a great deal). So I guess the lesson learned here is embrace change. Jump into new situations with both feet. Better yet, do a swan dive and let yourself linger in the air for a while. It’s too late now, but I wish I hadn’t wasted 2 months of what is supposed to be “the greatest time of my life” missing a home that doesn’t exist. But I know this now, so onwards and outwards I will go; embracing change, maybe even learning to love it.

Maybe I’ll work on embracing and loving surprises next…or not. So don’t throw me a surprise party anytime soon.