Thursday, August 20, 2009


My first day as a college freshman was a roller coaster, to say in the least. When I thought my parents were going to leave, I started crying. Then, my father started crying. There is nothing worse than seeing my large father break down. Him seeing me scared and unsure made him feel as though he was practically abandoning his baby girl, but he knew we both needed to part eventually. Honestly, the minute that they left, I started to feel better.

I had to move on because they were gone and they could not stay in that dorm with me forever. Although I still sometimes wish they could have.

I have become even more independent than I already was since I've been here. Sure, with friends, it is nice to play tag-along or have a tag-along, and I have always felt that way. But my tendency to be on my own and be fine has increased just a little bit more since I have been here.

I wonder where I will be four years from now?