To all of the freshman finishing up their first year of college, nothing is more anticipated than moving out of the dorm. Don't get me wrong, we loved living in the dorm. But it's time to move on to bigger and better things (or living spaces). So after you turn in that last Scantron, it's go time.
That moment when you are finally finished with finals. Just think- you will never be a freshman again or take another freshman exam. At some point while taking upper level classes, I'm sure these will look like a breeze. But let's overlook that for now. We're done!
But then it sinks in how much you have to pack. To all of the boxes and luggage staring back at me, thanks for being the ultimate buzzkill.
When you start reliving all the best moments of your freshman year. Let's face it, this was probably the best year of your life. You experienced amazing things with people you will never forget.
But at the same time... how could it possibly be over already? You still have at least three years left. Just hang on to those.
That moment when it's time to clean out the fridge and you have to eat everything. The inner fat person inside of you is jumping for joy. I mean, you can't let all this food go to waste, right?! No that would just be wrong.
When your parents keep saying how fast time is flying by and how in the blink of an eye we will be their age. You mean we don't get to be 19 forever? Buzzkill round two.
And then, the pending future hits you. Wait- soon I'm gonna be a sophomore and then soon after that a senior and then I have to get a job? Am I supposed to have all of this figured out?? Let's hope not.
Comforting your parents all day like. Something about college milestones make parents super emotional. It's either that we are getting old, or they are. Probably both.
Creating a major dust storm in your room while cleaning. I promise I dusted every day Mom, I have no idea where that came from. This room has always been super clean. The dust just came from packing. Yeah.
Asking yourself if you really needed whatever it is that won't fit in the elevator. You really could have survived without that futon. No sense of comfort or relaxation is worth carrying something five times your size down the stairs.
When it's finally time to say goodbye to your roommates. We have a lot to thank our roomies for. You will never forget your freshman roommates. So give em' one more hug, and hold back those tears.
When everything is finally all out and you wonder how it ever fit in that tiny room. Could it be any weirder? Where is all my stuff?? Oh yeah, I just carried it all to my car.
That final stage of realization. Time to move on freshie. I hope I'm not the only one who said goodbye to my room as if it was a person. That's not weird.
Then when you realize you have to unpack all of this when you get home. What goes in must come out. Oh yes, the fun has only just begun.
