It’s that time…Yup. I finally moved in to college. Year two, here we go.
My room may be smaller and I may still have a hall style bathroom, but living in the sorority house is already worth it. Having a community of sisters constantly around you is one of the best things about being in a sorority, but I’ll talk about that at a later date.
I tried really hard this year to make my room match (interior decorating is NOT my forte), but I didn’t quite live up to my own expectations. Maybe pictures will come later once my art stops falling off the walls (#humidity).
Move in this year was a lot different from last year. I’m not a freshman anymore, so I didn’t have a scheduled time to move in, I didn’t have volunteers helping me move my stuff into my room, I didn’t have Orientation Aids in neon shirts saying hi to me over and over again. This year I fit everything into my Toyota Camry, which was a feat of itself because I overpack like craaazy. I drove up Saturday night, and a sorority sister and I unloaded everything in the dark. Compared to last year, this year’s move in was less exciting, but I’m a lot more excited this year than I was before.
I was a complete mess the week before freshmen move in. It felt like I was uprooting my life and transporting it [an hour] down the road. I was in tears packing, thinking that this was the last time I would see my house again, I was going to be an adult now, blah blah blah.
I felt like because I was starting COLLEGE, what’s supposed to be the greatest adventure of your life, the me that had grown up in that house, prior to graduating high school, no longer mattered.
People go to college to change their identity. Now that they’re out of their parents’ grip, they can be whoever they want to be. As for me, I liked who I was. I thought you had to be someone different in college, or at least someone better. I didn’t want to erase all of the memories I had made in high school, or forget all of the experiences I’ve had.
It took me a little while to get accustomed to college. But that didn’t happen until after I realized that I did not have to change.
Sure, you could say I’ve grown a lot in unexplainable ways since last year. I wasn’t distressed leaving home this time, in fact, by the end, I couldn’t wait to leave. Not because I don’t love my parents, but because of all the friends I had made at college that I couldn’t wait to see.
I’ve realized that moving in to college is NOT moving on with your life. Now, moving on implies that you’re putting the past behind you, forgetting all that you’ve done, and looking to the future. But leaving the past behind means removing every experience and instance that made you who you are today from your life. You’d be a blank slate. But I don’t think we should “move on” from high school. We all got accepted to a college, so we shouldn’t forget the person who we are that got accepted. (Note: I’m talking major personality changes, like if you were a total party-er in high school and want to not do that as much in college, then please commit to that!)
But my entire point here is that moving in is not equivalent to moving on.
I had to learn that the hard way; but at least I know that now.
I know most college freshmen are already moved in, but for those that may find this post and read it in the future, please trust me when I say that you don’t have to forget who you are at college.