I’m going to admit it…I was really sad Saturday morning (the 12th). I woke up and looked at my overstuffed little suitcase and realized I was leaving again. I looked at all my books, all of my clothes and pictures, all of my stuffed animals (don’t judge. They’re cuddly.) and I felt an immense desire to stay here. Most of my more random trinkets had been packed away in storage so as to avoid unnecessary dust collection but this room was still my sanctuary. I wasn’t ready to leave. I had a quick breakfast and was able to say goodbye to my mom and siblings and of course my precious doggies and then my dad and I departed. I waved goodbye to the house and we were off. The whole journey back was pretty rough even though one of my best friends, Montana, was on my flight. We talked and talked about the lives we had temporarily returned to and I kept thinking back to my warm bed and my warm family and how I wasn’t there.
I spent Saturday night with my roommate Emily and her family. They live very close to campus and were so, so kind. Then, Sunday morning, Em and I returned to OWU. The second my key slid into our room’s lock, my homesickness diminished. A sense of calm hit me and I remembered that this place, though very different from Aurora, is my new home. I have spectacular friends and exciting adventures around every corner here. There were some definite new semester jitters but it was a familiar feeling, one I could deal with. Lauren and then Frisia returned later that afternoon and the four of us began to re-set our room, unpacking and cleaning up. And everything was simple and good. I’ve settled back in without a hitch and am eager for this new semester to begin!
Best of luck to all!