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Originally Posted by pretty-in-pink
I am extremely bored at work! It is my last day so I haven't been given any projects because they know I will not finish  so I guess I will do a pre-recruitment post to pass the time!
This week has been a complete whirlwind. I move out for recruitment in a few short days and it's like the days just flew! (I swear, I was an itty bitty freshman in high school yesterday and now it's time to move out!  ) I've made hair and nail appointments, tried on all my rush outfits, and broken in my shoes. I've researched all the chapters on campus and I now know by heart the national and local founding dates and philanthropies, colors, mascot, and open mottos of each house. I hope that will help me out during recruitment.
Last night I began the thing that I've been putting off and have dreaded from the start: PACKING. I must say, packing is one of the harshest doses of reality that I have experienced yet. I really don't think my brain has grasped the fact that I am moving out and away from my family. Packing honestly shook me up a little. It's one thing to put your things in a suitcase. Suitcases indicate return. Boxes and tubs mean that you're moving on. But back on subject. My dad was upstairs in my room helping me pack and I had my iPod on shuffle and Gracie by Ben Folds came on. By the end of the song we were both crying. Why is growing up so difficult?
GCers, please tell me I'm not just an emotional wreck.  Did you ever have those moments where you could not wait another second to move out and then those others where you just wanted to go Neverland and stay a kid forever?
Meh. I'll get off my emotional soapbox now...I think I heard something about a cake and a goodbye party! Adios! |
Something similar happened to me. I moved to a new city (by myself) right after graduating high school so I could settle in before attending college (it's a long story I might explain one day).
Anyway, I had a roommate for a time, but she wasn't due to move in for a few days so I had the place all to myself. Everything seemed fine and dandy at first. I had my guy friend (who I was crushing on) over the first two days, then he had work and family obligations.
That night I cried myself to sleep. The next morning, I woke up and cried. That entire day (not even exaggerating) I sat on my bed and cried. Finally later that day I called my mom and she told me she was gonna come stay for a week.
So a few hours later my mom's car rolled up and we packed up and went to a hotel for a while.
Yeah, moving away from the parent(s) is hard at first.. Now I can't ever imagine going back. I like my freedom and time to myself without answering to anyone..
You can do it. Just one tip: Make a playlist on your iPod with songs that don't remind you of home, or your parent's, or your pets, or anything/anyone you are leaving behind. Nothing worse than walking somewhere and all of a sudden sobbing because a certain song came on.
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