It seems like just yesterday I was unloading my dad’s blue Durango and venturing to my new dorm room. I stood there in the empty room, full of possibilities for the year ahead.
Fast forward seven months, and there I was, so upset to say goodbye to not only the best friend I had made, but all of the great times we spent together navigating through the ups and downs of college during our first year at UNH.
I stood in the rain, embracing my college roommate, while we both blubber as we say goodbye. It’s like a scene from a sappy movie.
The days seem to whiz by me in bright flashes, and each month goes by faster than the one before.
Just a few weeks ago, I found myself in an over-crowded, stuffy, gymnasium, this time my mother blubbering, watching my little sister graduate the eighth grade.
Now, this I can’t believe. I know it’s just a part of growing up, but I don’t like it! It scares me how fast everything seems to come and go. Before I know it, I’ll be graduating college and going off into the real world, getting a real job.
My dad was in the Navy throughout my childhood, so we moved around quite a bit. I went to three different high schools and had moved five times before that. Change is my thing. Well, it should be. With all the practice I have, I should be a pro by now. But, it only makes me want to stay even longer in this great place in my life I’ve discovered.
I would love to freeze time and be stuck in this moment surrounded by my loving family and friends. Perhaps I just need to consider myself lucky to have these amazing people with me on this wonderful journey.
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