Can you believe it?
It is already August. The summer has flown by, and all I can think about is how I wish I had just a little bit longer at home. I feel as though I just got back into the routine of living at home: my room, my friends, my family, my hometown, etc.. And now I have to pack everything back up and move again.
August may mean leaving home again, but it also means arriving at school again. Another year to conquer. Another year to make memories. Another year to procrastinate. Another year of screw ups. Another year to make lifelong friends. And another year to live up the college days while we still have them.
Not only will I be going back to one of my favorite places, but I will also start a new routine there as well, just like I did this summer being home. So much going back and forth goes on throughout our years in college, between packing and unpacking and moving, that it can be agitating. At least you have friends who volunteer to help you pack and unpack (:
Once you get used to the routine you have created for yourself, something comes along to screw it up.
Not only is August for going back to school, but also for sending your hometown friends to their respective schools as well. You have a small group of friends you hang out with from high school still, and you all come together for the summer, just to leave them again in August. It’s a never ending cycle that creates so many overwhelming feelings.
You go with your friends and their families to drop them off at school, then come home and get ready to do the same for yourself. You make a list of everything you need to get before you leave and still manage to forget things when you move in. But, once you finally move yourself back in, there is a sigh of relief as you finally get to settle back into your home again from August-May.
There is no better feeling than moving into your dorm, then finally going to sleep that night with everything put in a certain place. From that point on, the month of August isn’t so bad anymore. No more anxiety about tuition, packing, working. You’re there and ready to meet up with your friends.
Dear August,
Although you make me uneasy at times, I am excited to welcome you with open arms. You may be hard to take in sometimes, due to the hard goodbyes, but it must happen. You are a sign that so many late nights are awaiting me. And that school is upon us.
Can’t wait to see how this month plays out.
