Coming To An End

My first year of college is over in 1 week and a day and suddenly I'm beginning to realize just how much I am going to miss everything.

Nights spent lying awake in bed until 3 or 4 in the morning laughing so hard I can hardly breathe because Kendall and I are so exhausted and are borderline delirious and we have decided to listen to WE ARE THE WORLD in spanish and sway.

I'm going to miss listening to ridiculous romantic songs and dancing in a circle at 1am with our christmas lights illuminating our room.

I'm going to miss waking up and looking around my room and feeling happy that I was given the opportunity to be here.

I'm going to miss many things and it breaks my heart to know that this will never happen again and that this chapter in my life is over and come next week, I'll begin another.


When you go off to college you worry how you are going to adapt.  If you're anything like me and have spent the majority of your life on your own with your own room you panic at having the share living quarters with someone. You worry about being able to nap with someone else there and how will you ever be able to change? Will you have to get your clothes and change in the bathroom?

Not everyone is as lucky as I have been.

Looking back now I almost want to laugh at the worries that used to plague my mind for so long.

'Are you looking forward to college?' people would ask me. 'yes, but i'm really nervous about the dorm situation' I would reply.

How silly of me. My experience in the dorm building might have not been the best and I can create a long list of how disappointed I was and I can assure you my over all survey with not be at all positive but the experiences I've had in my dorm room I wouldn't trade for a thing.


There is something about living with someone, moving into a room with a stranger that is so thrilling and scary at the same time. We hardly spoke during the first weeks of school and we refrained from talking about anything too private out of fear of over passing one's boundaries.

'I don't know you enough to talk to you about my life' type of attitude.

Yet, there is something extremely intimate about living in a room with someone for months. You learn things and you realize that being out of your comfort zone isn't always a bad thing.

We have ever fought.
We hardly argue over things.
We are responsible for our own belongings and do our part in keeping the room as clean as we can.

We have the same taste in decorations so it wasn't hard to take a trip to Michael's at 9pm and go crazy buying decorations before they closed.
Our taste in music is similar so there was no need to hide away on our beds with our earbuds to keep the music private.

We blast our favorite songs and if you don't like it, well...too bad. You can torture me with the next song.

Never would I have ever considered myself a country music fan but now I find myself going through the radio stations and stopping to listen to a song that takes me back to that one drive to Target at 10:30pm to buy spoons and shampoo.

You learn a lot living on your own.
Sure, it wasn't really on our own.
We didn't have to worry about cleaning our facilities and didn't have to deal with cooking our own meals.

We were put in what you could call a 'transitional' apartment of sorts and although we couldn't do everything we wanted, we learned about making choices for ourselves.

Yes, we have a toster and a microwave and a fridge in our room and it would be so easy to eat the most unhealthy food because hey, that's all we've got but we've learned about health and eating healthy.

We have learned to manage our money, although yes, we do sometimes splurge a little too much on those target runs.

You learn about friendship and picking the right people to hang out with without having your parents on your back with their personal insite.

You learn how to really partake in a community and care fo the well being of others.

I've learned a lot but I'm going to miss even more.

Currently, I find myself lying in this bed that I have called my own for months and I cant help but feel that I'm going to be leaving a part of myself behind in these four walls.

I'm leaving here a different person than the one I was moving in.

Sure, there have been hardships but at the end of the day, it's journeys like these that will forever stay in my heart and in my mind as the best days of my life.