My freshman year was filled with HOMESICKNESS! I went to Boston College and Boston, which I thought was like DC in terms of being a major city, I found to be very different. I called home every other day and begged to come back. Thank God my dad refused to let me come home til Thanksgiving. I had a triple room, with two roommates in a double sized room.
One roommate had some stress management issues that made me want to slap the taste out her mouth (thankfully I didn't) I moved out and kept it moving. Fortunately, the homesickness led to great grades my first year, after that, I lived alone for two years and finally had roomates again as a senior(and reremembered why I never wanted roommates again!)