About a year ago, I was getting ready for my last eight days of high school. Now, I'm home, unpacking all of the boxes from my first year of college. A year ago,I was so ready to leave my hometown and my high school to go to Milwaukee. Now I'm happy that my freshman year was finally over.

I'm not saying I had a horrible first year; it just wasn't the easiest. It wasn't what I expected in any way. I never thought that I would get depression, or that college would be the final straw on the camel's back that was my two-and-a-half year relationship with my boyfriend. I never thought that I would hate living in the city, and I never ever ever thought I would miss my small hometown.

Freshman year was rough. Making friends wasn't that easy, getting through classes sometimes killed my brain and finding a place where I belonged didn't happen until the end of the school year.

There were a lot of positives too: meeting Nick Offerman, seeing "Wicked," making new friends, receiving awards, becoming an editor for my school's paper, and a few other amazing things.

But why am I only dwelling on the negatives?

I think that I went through a lot more than I expected this year and it kicked my ass. I can't say that this year was what I wanted out of college. I can't say that this was the fairy tale I thought it would be.

But that's okay because I did it. I made it through that terrible first year. I got that out of the way and I know what I'm doing at my school now. When I go back in the fall, I'll have friends already there. I'll have an amazing job. I'll know how to manage my time between school, work and friends.

For now, I'm going to enjoy my summer. School is three months away, and I'll just worry about it when it gets here.