I remember unloading the car, I
remember staring at blank white walls and staring at the ocean out the window.
I remember wanting to get the unpacking and paperwork over. I remember the hot
weather, the maxi dress I wore and the first time I met my roommate. I remember
buying a ridiculous amount of food and top ramen at Target. I remember the
painful goodbye to my parents and being shocked by my own reaction. All I had
wanted to do was get to San Diego and suddenly all I wanted was for my parents
to take me back home with them.
Moving wasn’t anything new to
me. There’s nothing much left to shock a girl who has lived in 2 different
countries, 3 states and 6 cities. I get the process and adjustment thing. What
was different this time around was that I was staying put, in a foreign place
with strange people, with lots of expensive books and time consuming
assignments and my family couldn’t be there and I have to pay a whole bunch of
money for a 8.5 by 11 piece of paper. While I have always been an independent,
full time school, full time employee, there was something different about this
independence. It wasn’t about location or distance; it was the beginning of a
transition.
Skipping forward a few years, its surreal to think that in just 8 months, I go from current
student to former student and I am really excited. Like everyone says, it’s a
bittersweet feeling. Bitter to leave the people and memories, but sweet to
enter a new phase or perhaps da capo?
