Around a year ago, I began my first year as a freshman at the University of South Carolina Beaufort. I was filled with hope and utter excitement as I started a brand new journey 700 miles away from my hometown. There was no doubt in my mind that anything could get in my way of accomplishing everything I had dreamed about.

Like most, I lived with my parents my entire life, and decided that going to college after high school would benefit me the most. I packed my tiny room up and drove all the way to my new apartment in the South. It was exciting, and nerve-racking at the same time. I didn't know a single person, but hoped for the best.

Looking back a year ago, I had the right mindset. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but diving right into it urged me into adulthood. For the first time, I was doing all of my own laundry, dishes, cleaning, and more. I didn't speak to my parents as much because our schedules began to collide. I had countless moments of weakness, especially involving schoolwork and emotional stability. I forced myself to make friends and be social among campus. Eventually things got better and I adjusted to this new lifestyle.

Freshman year taught me countless new lessons. I will never regret the move I made. There are sacrifices, and things aren't always easy, but the outcome is incredible. Going home has become more sentimental and I feel an intense amount of appreciation for my family and hometown. I am interested in my academics and will continue to set goals for myself. The friendships I have made are everlasting and my independence is at an all time high.