Sunday, August 7, 2011

BEDA Day 7: Home

At 7 this morning, my alarm went off and my family's last day of travel before arriving home began.

Eight long hours later, after listening to several episodes of NPR's Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and A Way With Words, we made a pit stop in a town an hour and a half outside of Kansas City. I stepped out of the car to be accosted by a strong gale of wind and a comparatively nippy temperature. Even though I'd been in a bit of a funk for the past few days-- longing for home and to be off the road after 10 days away-- I could not help but smile. It's like my city knew exactly one thing I needed, a change in weather.

I've said this before and I will say it again: I passionately hate summer. I tend to be at my lowest when temperatures are at their highest. Being away from school leaves me feeling empty and useless, like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind.*

Relating to school, I move in nine days from now, and classes start in 14 days. I started texting my roommate today. We've corresponded over facebook of course,  but last night she sent me her number. I figured that since I was doing nothing but sitting in the car, we may as well have a chat.

My thoughts on her so far: she seems very nice, and I think we will get along. I don't particularly like the way she texts, which is in short form and lots of text lingo, but that is because I am, as say, "so literate that I am illiterate."** However, she is being very organized and on top of things when it comes to our room and its furnishings, which is good, because I like organization. Her classes are earlier in the morning than mine (which makes me envious, because I couldn't fit any early classes in my schedule), and will necessarily be rising early and going to bed early. But she says that she can sleep when other people are working in the room.

Not that that would have been a problem anyway, I am sure. I mean, I stay up really late working on homework or on skype most nights. But I figure that I will be living in the library or our housing "den." The den is a mundane word for the common room. But the POINT is that I don't think my dorm room will be a place that I spend a ton of time.

For now, my dearest blog readers, I will leave you to catch up on the rest of YOUR blogs. Now that I am finally home, I am taking the rest of today off so that tomorrow I might begin my final preparations before school.

With no more homesickliness,

*That is the first time those lyrics have even come CLOSE to making sense to me. And they are still stupid.

**I have never said that before in my life.


  1. I cannot wait until you get to college. Mostly because I am going to be living vicariously through you. But yes. I'm glad that your roommate seems nice so far. :)

  2. I'm glad you got a good vibe from your roommate!