it’s official. i’m officially moved in and ready to start the next chapter of my life.
(well… as ready as i’ll ever be, i guess. which sure doesn’t feel anywhere near ready, but hey, that’s growing up for ya.)
if you’re like me, who likes to get all excited about change but then get all anxious and just ignore it all until the last second (or, you know, you’re just lazy), you probably finished packing everything the night before. that’s what i was doing, friday night, digging through boxes and figuring out what’s necessary to bring and what i should leave behind. it felt like i was dropping things left and right, forgetting things here and there, and there’s never enough room for my things!
one moment: this is too much.
the next: what if this isn’t enough?
packing was never one of my favourite things.
there’s the essentials, you know:
-toiletries
-instant ramen
-bedsheets, bed linens, pillows, sleep stuff
-clothes??
-laptop, charger for laptop, case for laptop, etc etc
-phone
-contact lenses/glasses, duh
-school supplies (i’m actually here for classes and education, lmao)
but then there’s the things you’re going to make room for no matter what:
-your favourite stuffie (don’t even try to deny this one)
-pens, gel pens, fountain pens, pens pens pens
-your favourite snack
-a book or two from your own shelf
-headphones
-your favourite hoodie that’s probably a little too worn for wear
okay, so that was my personal list but you get my point. it doesn’t matter if you’re moving across the pacific ocean, or half way across the continent, or just two hours away by transit.
you’re moving out.
away from home.
it’s a pretty big step, especially if you’re a babby birb that’s leaving the nest for the first time. you’re going to want all the comfort you can get, knowing that inevitable moment after all the hugs and “i’m going to be fine, don’t worry”s and “take care of yourself, make sure to call”s and when the door finally shuts and you’re left all by yourself, turning around to a half-unpacked (courtesy of your mother, or someone like it) dorm room, and realizing with a soft breath that hey, this is where you’re going to be for the next few months.
there’s no one to nag you to do the dishes or do your homework, you’re all on your own now. for the first few weeks your phone will blink and vibrate with how are yous and have you eaten yets and if it’s too much, come home anytime, alright? and then it’ll get quiet for a while. that’s okay.
because you know what? this is a big step. but it’s a big step forwards.
so here’s to the near future, and the distant future. i’m officially moved into my dorm for the first time, i’m unpacked, i’m getting to know my awesome roommates, and i’m ready to start the next chapter of my life.