Freshman year has gone by fast. In a haze of classes, dorm food, and almost unashamed boredom I have spent two full semesters here. I am still shocked every day to see that the beauty that initially made Bloomington my first choice for school has not faded away. The coming summer months make the place greener, fresher, lovelier.
But I am ready to go home. I have lived too long with a room mate (not that she's a bad person, I am just a private one) and I have had enough of classes for now. I miss my family, my friends, my dogs, my familiar bed -
But that is where I stop. This bed has become familiar to me. When I go back for weekends or holidays this is the bed I want to sleep in. The people in my classes, the teachers, have become welcome sights. I might not have my own pets, but I do have squirrels and chipmunks that will almost stand still long enough for you to pet them.
And - I'm not going to lie - living away from my parents has been fun. Part of that might be because I haven't had to do chores, but I think it's also shown that I have responsibility. I'm not dead. I'm not addicted to drugs. I haven't gone to jail. I enjoy living away from all of that, from the same town I've been a part of since I was six.
And I've made so many friends here, from so many different places. They are not my friends from home for sure, but they're just as good, and now I have to leave them for four months. I am being stripped of the people that I have spent nearly every day of an entire year with. They are some of my best friends now, some of my favorite people to talk to and gossip with and drink coffee on a cold day with.
I'm not sure how I'll be able to cope.