Journal Entry Seven
The College Years
I’m really gonna miss this house. Visiting on weekends is just not the same as living here. My whole life I had the comfort of this house and the people in it to come home to. Now what? A dorm room just isn’t the same thing. The old, brown rancher designed exclusively by my mom and dad made me feel safe my whole life. So what am I gonna do? Go to college as planned I guess.....I just packed up, loaded my dad’s van, and jumped in. Now, two hours later, we’re here.
My parent’s unloaded the van, made tons of trips up the elevator, helped me unpack, complained about the room, took me to eat and then left. I’m not one for long, sad goodbyes, so I tried to get it over with. Of course mom tried to start with the mushy stuff. I just told her I’m a big girl
