By Karen | June 18, 2012
I’ve been home for the summer for a little over a week now, and I have just realized that I never took the chance to blog about my last few days of freshman year. I think this is my way of pretending that it’s not truly over.
Leaving a dorm is really weird. I was one of the last ones to move out. I lived in a quad within a suite of ten so there were people moving out almost every day of finals week. Two of my roommates left before me, and seeing their parts of the room completely vacant was unsettling. Everything was just so empty.
There were many times during our final week that I tried to make myself realize that I would not be returning to my room and our floor next year. Someone else will be living in my room. Or their room, as it is now. After spending a whole year there, it just really seems like mine.
Things are going to be different next year. One of my favorite parts of freshman year was nightly euchre games on the floor of our common room or out in the hallway. Normally these games started very late when everyone’s work was finished (or as finished as it was going to be for that night). With everyone scattered to new apartments, houses, or dorms next year these daily euchre nights might become only a weekly or monthly occurrence.
I felt like I spent my last few days of freshman year saying goodbye. To my floor mates, to friends staying in Columbus for the summer, to some of my best friends. After awhile it was just emotionally exhausting.
I’m a very sentimental person. When I passed the eighth grade I put my initials in the locker I had used for two years, I save tickets from almost every event I’ve ever attended, and as a child I got upset when my parents wanted to buy new couch because I would miss the old one. Moving home for the summer should have had me in tears. But it didn’t.
Next year is going to be awesome. Despite the changes that I will muddle through I can’t wait to get back to campus to see the people I miss. The end of the year doesn’t actually feel like an end, but simply a quick pause. Knowing that I have awesome people waiting for me in Columbus and at home is a comforting feeling. If freshman year taught me anything, it was how to deal with change. I don’t know what lessons sophomore year will impart, but I’m ready.