It's hard moving across the country to begin with, but throw in being a college student who originally picked a college close to home and it makes it ten times harder. I grew up in New York my whole life. I found the perfect college for me that happened to only be an hour away from home, which was exactly what I wanted. I wanted my freedom but also wanted to be able to come home if something happened. My freshman year was great and I knew I made the right choice in which college I went to.
Then, about three weeks before the spring term was over my parents called me to tell me we were moving to Arizona that summer. I knew then that things would turn upside down for me and that it would be hard. My parents, knowing I picked a school close to home asked me if I was going to transfer. I said no, I was not going to change everything in my life at one time and I loved my college and all the amazing things I was doing there. It was my second home, I would not leave everything I knew at the same time since that was asking for trouble.
I never imagined it would be this hard but, at the same time, the best thing that could have happened for me.
When out in Arizona, life is hard. I don't know anyone other than my sisters, friends, and obviously my family. It is hard being out in Arizona (especially with the 110 degree heat), but that being said it has helped me so much. I have started working on my writing; getting in front of the work I will have to do for the student organization I am a part of when school begins; I have no excuse not to go to this gym; the list could go on and on. It has helped me realize that no matter where you are or who you know you can always find something that you enjoy.
When back at school in New York, it is hard as well. I was always controlled by my anxiety and panic disorder. Living close to home was my security blanket. If something was wrong I could get in my car and drive home and see my family. Having that taken away was not easy. My family jokes that they thought the move would be harder on them than me, but it actually was the opposite since they got acclimated in Arizona super fast. Bu the struggle has helped me be more independent and ready for whatever life may hand to me next.
I'm so thankful I didn't transfer to a different school. I would not have the opportunity to go back and see my hometown best friends (shout out to the four bars); I would not do all the activities I do; I wouldn't be president of a student organization; I would not be an RA; I would not be on a regional board; the list could go on and on of why not transferring and staying at my original school was the best choice.
A year ago, I officially left my hometown for good and although I miss it so much, it has helped me grow and I am so thankful that I have had this experience. Now, when I graduate from college, I can go anywhere I want. I am no longer afraid to go out on my own into the world. The world is my oyster and I can't wait to see where I will be next.
