Well, it’s been a few weeks. That’s what seems to happen when Finals and end-of-the-year-madness hits. I definitely plan on giving some wrap-up summaries of my classes and the year. But right now I’m in the middle of a whole different adventure!
Living on my own. Ohhhh what chaos. I moved in last Sunday…my friend dropped me and the rest of my stuff off to an empty house. The other girls who live in the house weren’t home. I stood staring at all my stuff….I had way too much (it actually took me 3 friends on 3 different days in 3 differently sized vehicles, one being a pick-up truck, to tote all my stuff over here). I have all these sweaters from winter and DVDs and books and shoes that I DON’T need, and everyone makes sure to tell me so, but it didn’t bother me until that exact moment.
I had a few hours before I had to start my new job, so then I decided to go to the grocery store, since I realized that I actually need feed because I can no longer go to the cafeteria that’s in my basement. I walked, since I don’t have a car, but the mile walk seemed much longer in all my anxiety. And this was magnified when I entered Kroger and realized I had no idea what I was doing. It was overwhelming…I had no idea how to buy food for myself. I really should’ve paid attention all those times my mom did it for me. I’m almost 21 years old, how pathetic is that?? So I tried to pull myself together and buy whatever didn’t involve cooking (since I can’t cook either).
After a long battle of indecisiveness and price comparisons, I purchased my goods and filled up my back-pack with some of the bags, carrying the rest, and started back on my long journey to the house. I got about halfway back when one of my bags broke, dropping canned goods all in the road. I was humiliated and stressed to the max. I gathered everything together and got back “home� as quickly as possible.
Back in my room, I realized I had no idea where I could store my food and my belongings, and no one was home to ask. I picked up the phone and called my mom, which I knew was a mistake in my emotional state, since I really have been trying to convince her that I can live on my own successfully. We talked for a few seconds before she knew something was wrong, and I burst into tears and ranted about everything I was worried about. Why did I have so much stuff, how was I going to get to work in bad weather, where was I going to put everything, how was I going to handle this. I couldn’t believe I, a self-sufficient 3rd-year college student, was calling my mommy just because I couldn’t handle a new situation. But it helped.
And here I am a week later, and having the greatest time of my life.