Three words: move out day. It’s the day that some people can’t wait for and others dread. It’s one of the hardest days of the year, not because of the fact that you have to fit everything into the trunk like Jenga, but because saying goodbye is hard. Each one of us walked into our new dorms in September with a carload of items and a mind full of optimism. For some, this day even meant meeting our new roommate for the first time. What we were unaware of at the time, was the memories that would be made and stored within the walls of our dorms forever.
We will forever remember the first few months that our rooms were so hot that even the fans couldn’t handle the heat. Spoiler alert, it’s going to happen again in September, so stock up on your fans now. Then the cold months came, and none of us wanted to leave our warm beds to go to the dining hall on snow days. Throughout all of the seasons, though, it was so relieving to come back to this home away from home, especially after a long day of classes.
Leaving the residence hall is like closing a chapter in this novel called "College," because this is the place that most of our memories happened. It’s the place that we got ready with our friends for parties and fell asleep after them. It’s the place that we had long pillow talks with our roommate, questioning the meaning of life and sharing major life stories. It’s the place that we discovered the real college midnight snack diet of easy mac, popcorn, and ramen. It’s the place that we pulled all-nighters to finish complicated art projects and essays. It’s the place that we met our best friends. It’s the place that we learned to call home.
We made connections with our roommates that we will remember forever and learned new things about ourselves and what makes us tick. It should be interesting to figure out how to pack everything up. Trash bags? Bins won’t fit much besides a few sweatshirts and pairs of jeans. I know I’m not the only one that feels like they’re leaving with more stuff than what they brought to school back in September. Good luck to all of you that are reading this and have to pack. I feel you.
One positive realization that comes with the thought of moving out is that we get a break from flip flops in the shower for a few months. It will also be nice to be with family and start working again to save up for next semester. In the meantime, we better start packing because this is no two-hour task. Good luck during finals week, and get ready to pack just to unpack and then re-pack again! Man, I love college.
