A Year in the Making

A Year in the Making

On finding new homes
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If you told me a year ago today that the thought of coming home from college would feel like a sharp pang in my chest, I would have laughed in your face. A year ago today I was surrounded by Facebook status detailing someone else’s commitment to graduate as the “Class of 2020″ at some other college.

A year ago today, I was surrounded by AP test prep and senior prom dress shopping. A year ago today I was having my mother fake a doctors note to excuse me for being late, yet again, to school because my brother refuses to get out of bed when his alarm rings. A year ago today I was surrounded by the bittersweet feeling that can only be representative of a huge chapter of your life racing to a close before you are ready to say goodbye.

Today, here I am, sitting in my dorm room, procrastinating writing a paper, and am once again surrounded by the same bittersweet feeling. When you arrive at college on the first day you don’t expect it to ever feel like home. The dorm room is unfamiliar and bland, and far too small. The new faces seem unfriendly, and are far too plentiful. The campus is confusing to navigate and classes are too hard. The girl who sleeps on the bed next to you is a stranger, and you miss your friends and family so much it physically hurts to think about them.

So you don’t think about them; at least not when you can help it. You make yourself busy with classes and homework and trying to find time to go out, and have fun, and figure out ways to disguise the disgusting dining hall food as edible, and before you know it it’s October. And the unfriendly faces become just a bit more friendly and your dorm room walls are covered with pictures of home and the girls on your floor are becoming your friends.

And then you blink and it’s December. You blink and suddenly the quad is covered in snow and your first semester classes are coming to an end and you figured out how to navigate the dining hall (also known as: don’t go and order-in instead). And you spend all night talking and laughing with the girls on your floor and the thought of going home for a month is sad, but welcomed, because you know after a few short weeks of tropical vacations and showers without flip-flops you will be reunited.

Then, break flies by and you’re back at school. You get adjusted to your new classes quicker than first semester and you get back in a groove. You finally learn how to wash your laundry (pro tip: the tide pod goes inside the washing machine, not where you would place detergent) and you sometimes forget to call your mom, but when you do catch her on the phone it doesn’t send pangs down your chest like it did in September: it makes you smile. And everything is still a bit of a frazzled mess, but in the good way--in the way that you can laugh about over dining hall soft-serve after classes have ended for the day.

Suddenly, it’s April. And you have only a month left in this place. A place that brings you so much stress it sometimes makes you want to drop out; but a place that brings you so much happiness you truly do not want to imagine your life without it. A place that crept up and stole a piece of your heart without you ever realizing it was happening. A place where your floor mates become your family, and the stranger who was sleeping next to you in September becomes your sister. And a place that, without hesitation, you can call a home.


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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.
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The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.

Sincerely,

the loving granddaughters

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Poetry on Odyssey: Broken Girl

He held her up

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and then one day, she stopped pursuing the things of this world

she picked up God's armor

prepared herself with the spirit's sword

and from then on, God never let go of her

she stumbled often

He held her up

sometimes she doubted

He taught her to trust

she would stress over how to win the battles

He would reassure her that peace would soon be restored

while she was fretting over those small battles,

He'd already won the war

through every hardship he was with her

whenever she felt alone, he reminded her that she was not

whenever she began trusting in herself, He reminded her to surrender

a love as great as the Lord's could never be bought

she deserved no grace at all

but he blessed her beyond compare

He always listened when she called

lifted her burdens when she cast her cares

she does the best she can to devote her life to Him

and though she falls short of his glory

he loves her and sees beauty when all she sees is a girl who's broken

He keeps her going because His mercies are new every morning


Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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