I was depressed to leave school. As if anyone who's friends with me didn't already know. I was "drag-me-from-the-Quad", sobbing-watching-my-friends-drive-away, refusing-to-pack-my-room absolutely devastated.
A part of me is shocked at how sad I was. Freshman year couldn't have been more different. I was ready to go. It wasn't that I didn't love my friends, and it wasn't that my freshman year was miserable. Neither were true. But I wanted to be at home, and I was over the work and the long nights, and I just wanted to be with my dog and my family. It felt like the year had dragged on, and I was over it.
Sophomore year may as well have been approximately 5 seconds long. Quad life came and went in the blink of an eye. And now I am halfway done with college? How and when did everything start moving so fast?
To make matters worse, I won't be back on campus until January. Studying abroad in Rome will likely be one of the most amazing experiences of my life, no doubt. But it made leaving that much harder.
And now, I've embarked on that long first month home. Sleep is everything.
Everything is moving slower than trying to get your nail polish to dry in the summer heat. It's not even June. I've watched "The Kissing Booth" on Netflix like three times already. Every day feels infinitely longer than the last. I miss my friends, I miss my dorm room (and that's saying something), I miss everything I could possibly need being within walking distance of my bed. Needless to say, it's probably going to be a long summer.
I'm not quite sure why sophomore year didn't move this slowly. But all I'm wishing for now is that college lasts forever.