Last week I moved two hours away from my family and friends for college. It's not the first time that I've lived out of my parents' house, but the first time that I haven't been in the same city as them. I should be feeling pretty homesick right about now, don't you think? I should be missing the home-cooked meals, hanging out with my friends, working with my favorite co-employees and working out at my gym.

Instead of dreading being here in my new city, I'm embracing it. I literally knew four people in Wilmington before I moved here, and I only knew where the university was. I've driven around a little bit to try and figure out where things are, sat by myself in the dining hall and walked up to strangers at campus events to try and make friends. (And I've succeeded, too!)

I feel lucky that I'm at peace with moving away from the town I've called home for the past eight years. One of my new roommates, on the other hand, misses her town and family dearly and is already planning her next trip home. She still feels as though she's merely on vacation; she doesn't even call Wilmington "home." Myself, on the other hand, called Wilmington home before I even moved here.

Part of me wonders if it's because I've only been here for a little over a week, but the other part of me knows how much I've needed and wanted to move away and "start over." While the anxiety-stricken part of me is afraid to go up to strangers and try to befriend them, I am also very excited to do so.

This is the time in my life where I'm supposed to adventure, take risks and learn who I am! It's college, baby! So I'm glad that I don't feel home sick.This might change after a few weeks or months of being here, but for now, I'm okay with not knowing the next time that I'm going to go back to my parents'. (No offense, I love you, Mom and Dad!)