Normally I am the world's biggest procrastinator. I wait until the last minute to do anything… ESPECIALLY to pack for college! I rarely give myself the time to enjoy the moment of being fully packed and “ready” for the move. I could kick back and watch a movie with my family, but no… you will still find me locked away in my bedroom, packing the night before. However, the reality has really set in this year;

This. Is. Senior. Year.

I only have two more semester to make my mark… it feels like the make it or break it career moment. Either I will thrive or i will fail.

I refuse to be unprepared this year! So I am officially packed for my senior year of undergraduate college! :)

I remember packing for my first semester of college and I felt like the world was ending.

I grew up in a small town, a place where everything was in a pretty reasonable walking distance (if you had the right shoes). A place where my entire family, immediate and extended, was no more than 15 minutes away from me. Ever. I felt like I needed to say goodbye to everyone and everything, like I was traveling to Madagascar and would never return.

After saying “goodbye” to this small town, and to my family, roughly eight times already… I am all out of emotions to give. My new motto: just go! Leave! Everything I have going for me here is my family (whom I love with all my being). But I am stuck between following my heart and my passions, and following what the voice inside my head is telling me: stay.

So yes, as I pack up my clothes, and canned food, and Keurig, I feel a little nostalgic but I feel no sadness. I know I will be alright. I know that I am where I’m supposed to be.

I know that I will spend two days in my new dorm room adjusting to the bare-essentials living… But I know I can always come back home.