Yesterday I made the big step: I moved onto my university campus. I am lucky enough to live in a four bedroom apartment with three other girls. I have my own room and bathroom, which is a big deal.
After eight trips up three – yes, three – flights of stairs, I was finally moved in. My calves and arms are killing me. Apparently I am more out of shape than I thought. No matter, I was moved in.
I was excited – I still am. I think it will be a good experience for me. I always said that I didn’t want the full college experience. I wanted to get in and out, start my career. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps this is exactly what I needed. Who knows? Only time can tell. However, if I don’t like it, then at least I can say I tried. Going to UALR will be different than going to PTC. I am eager for my classes tomorrow. I can not wait to get started. I’m taking a few of the basic classes for my degrees, just to see if I want to do mass communications and rhetoric writing. If it isn’t what I wanted, then I have time. I can change my mind.
The major thing for me is…I want friends. I mean, I have friends, but most of them live in Oklahoma…and I’m in Arkansas. See the problem? I want people I can talk to. I had hope that I would get that with my roommates but it seems like that won’t be the case. They’ve spent of their time in their rooms or not here. Not that I don’t try to socialize. I think I might have gotten awkward. Has it really been that long since I’ve been near people? I really hope not.
Here’s to hoping. Here’s to new beginnings. Here’s to hoping I’ll find someone to connect with. Anyone. Even if it’s only one person. I miss people. I might not like them all the time, which makes me sound a bit like a sociopath – only a bit – but I do miss them. I miss communication and relationships and having fun with people my age. I’m crossing my fingers. You do as well.