Dear Freshman Year Of College,

Holy cow, everyone says the time will fly but I never thought it would fly by this fast.

Seems like just yesterday I was moving into the shoe closet I call my home at school. Hanging pictures up from high school memories all over my walls, having no idea what memories freshman year would bring me over the next nine months.

The last nine months have been an absolute roller coaster. I laughed a lot, cried a lot, slept a lot, watched more Netflix than I am willing to admit and made the best friends I could have ever asked for. So thank you freshman year for giving that all to me.

Thank you for letting it be okay that I gained some weight, I've learned to embrace the freshman fifteen. Mainly because right now I think is the only time it is expectable to eat four dining hall cookies during one meal or eat fast food at 1:30 am.

There's about a week left until I move out of my dorm and as crazy as it sounds it makes me sad to think about it. I no longer get to roll out of bed 10 minutes before class and still be on time. I never again get to walk down stairs to the grocery store in my flip flops, socks and pajamas only to run into eager high schoolers taking a tour of my dorm.

Thank you freshman year for teaching me how to be half an adult, since I still have to call mom and dad on a regular basis asking silly questions or just wanting to say hi, because yes I am an eighteen year old who still gets homesick.

Thank you freshman year of college for making it so hard to leave for three months.

Sincerely,

A girl who just isn't ready to be a sophomore