Well, today I left home to join a houseful of sisters.
I cried–almost incessantly there for a while–but I made it. Some of my favorite people ever helped me get my room all prettified.
So you get the gist…
Wesleyan has been ingrained into me since I was born, not because I was going to be forced to go here, but because I wanted to. I spent countless hours poring over Madre’s yearbooks, scouting out clubs and fun activities. But now I’m here. So far today, I’ve eaten *pretty* healthy, met a ton of people (if I forget your name, forgive me, I’m still learning), played an IMPOSSIBLE game of Sardines, watched Duck Dynasty, and fallen off my bed.
For those that know me, I do NOT do leaving my Mama–as sappy or cliche or nerdy as it sounds, she’s my best friend, I’m not ashamed. I keep trying to remind myself that I *get to* live and go to school here, not I *have* to. Taken from this baaaad mama right here.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been pretty excited about starting over in a new school and redefining myself, but it’s hard.
I feel a peace deep inside that this is the right place for me, but my head likes to tell me different. Having lost a good portion of family members in my life, I’m deathly afraid of losing time with the ones have (yes, I am a control freak). Promised weekly visits from ‘Dre & the Crays will be helpful though. For now, I’m going to sit, watch Duck Dynasty, and focus on becoming okay with the new normal.
‘Cause rednecks and sweet tea make any dorm feel like home.