Turns out, change is hard. Who would’ve guessed, huh? All this time, I’ve been complaining about missing home, but now here I am missing Marquette! What a crazy, mixed-up world we live in. I'm having a rough start to my summer vacation for many reasons:

1. My hometown doesn't feel like home anymore.

I thought that coming back home would feel as if I never left, but that’s not the case. I didn’t do a great job of staying in contact with people from my hometown, so the weekend I got home I didn’t know whether I should reach out to anyone or not.

On top of that, I’d gotten really accustomed to the schedule I had at Marquette. It was hella busy, but at the same time, it felt good. I felt like I was working towards a goal and making tangible progress. Suddenly, I was home, and my only task was to try and find a spot for all my stuff from college in my already fully-furnished room. Not to mention that my family had taken to using my empty room as extra storage space.

2. Moving sucks

I thought that being away from home was the most stressful thing in my life, but it turns out moving from place to place is much, much worse. It’s just difficult for me to adjust to a new setting and schedule, which is why I had such a rough first semester at Marquette.

It’s not all bad, though. I have a summer internship here in Crystal Lake, which is helping me get a grip on my daily schedule. I’ve reached out to a few people from high school and my room is nearly back to normal. Slowly but surely, I’m getting my old routine back.

3. I'm going to make the most of my summer.

I guess the only real way to deal with change is to tackle it head on. That being said, I am very displeased at the thought of having to relocate myself at least 3 more times. At least I know that one of these times, it’s going to be the last.