As I sit in my room in my college town for the last time before I start packing up all of my things, I can’t help but get a little emotional. This room was my home for the last year, and it will be so hard for me to leave. This place was a stranger to me one year ago, I didn’t even know I was going to be living here. I never thought I would step foot in this house, and now I have made a second home here. This feeling is something that I have gone through the past few years when I have been at college. I felt this way when I had to leave my dorm for the last time because I loved living there so much. I know that sounds crazy, but I actually enjoyed the dorm life and the friends that I made there.

This past year, I transferred to a new college and I decided to live with some people that I knew from home. We live in a house in my college town that is close to campus. It isn’t the greatest or nicest home, but it’s a college house and I have loved every second of it. I will never live in a place like this ever again. It’s a house with old carpets, crappy wood floors, random couches and has the smell of “college”. I didn’t know what to expect when I moved here, but it has become so much more. I got to have my own space because I was living in a house with three other people. I had my own room after living in a small dorm the year before and I could bring anything I wanted. It was fun the first day I moved in because I looked around and I got to put whatever I wanted on the walls, and bring as many books as I wanted or even clothes. It was a clean slate and I got to make this room my own. This sounds crazy, but we all do this in our own way.

As the year has gone on, I have spent hours and hours doing homework, taking naps, and hanging out with friends in here. I added new things to my walls, closet, and room. It has been filled with so many memories and as I sit here and write this piece, I can’t help but feel sad that I have to pack up all of those things. I will never sit here and look at the pictures on my walls or see the different paintings that I have put up over the school year. I will never sit on the floor and do my homework until 3 a.m. or stay up late talking to my best friends about the night we just had. It’s the little things in life that you don’t realize are actually huge moments when looking back. Although I will never live in this little house ever again, I will be forever grateful for this place.

I will make new memories next year in my new home. I will spend countless hours doing homework or hanging out with friends in my new room. I will always remember this place like I remember my dorm. Every thing in your life is an experience, how great is that?

Maybe I am weird, but I really believe that everything in your life happens for a reason. I came to this school this year not knowing what to expect from my classes or my social life, and I believe that I needed to live in this room. This room went through a lot with me over this past year and I don’t think I would have had the year that I did if I hadn’t lived in this little house. I can’t help but have a bittersweet feeling as I pack up my belongings because I feel as if I just unpacked it all and was eager to start the school year. It’s crazy how fast time flies throughout the year. Cherish every moment you have, especially in college. Every year goes by faster and faster. So make a lot of memories and have fun because it will all be over soon.