No, Really. College.

Yep. I am sitting in my dorm room. It's a small room but it's nice.

I felt like moving into my college dorm should have been more...something. But I did it. Most of all, I just felt overwhelmed. Not by college or new people, but by all my SHIT. I thought packing everything up was hard. Well, unpacking it and stuffing it into a tiny room was ten times worse. For a while I just sat in my room, looking at the mess I had made and thought to myself, "Nope. I can't possibly fit my life into this tiny amount of space." For some reason whenever I pictured myself moving into my dorm room, I never actually thought about unpacking. I just pictured myself arriving on campus, walking into my dorm room, and poof! everything perfect just like in the Bed, Bath, and Beyond catalog. Not how it happened, let me tell you.

But I just finished hanging up my posters, the finishing touch on the room. I have Audrey Hepburn right above my desk, smily demurely down at me as I write, reminding me to be classy in all things. Then, next to her I have my coveted Bon Iver concert poster. Authentic. Bought on e-Bay from Australia. Not only is it beautiful art but Bon Iver is my favorite musician. His songs just make me cry because of how beautiful they are. Then, over my bed I have Hearts by Jim Dine. Anyone who knows me knows how I love Pop Art (of which Jim Dine is a great example) and explains why I have a print of Andy Warhol's Butterflies and a poster of one of his favorite quotes hanging on my closet doors. Overall, my dorm room looks exactly like I always imagined it would be...even if it is a little smaller that I would like.

I am loving getting to know my roommate. She is such a sweetheart and I already know we're going to be friends. It's nice to have someone to share giggles with when surrounded by new people. Also, I love that we are already giggling together*.

After unpacking, we had Orientation things to do including the dreaded and dreadful ice breakers. Now it is midnight and I am exhausted. I woke up at 7 AM and drove for six hours only to spend the rest of the day being exhaustively nice with people I don't know. I underestimated how exhausting it is to make people like you. I'm just so used to not having to try because I've always had such great friends that love me no matter what, it was effortless. It's just not the same when meeting all new people, no matter how talkative and friendly I am by nature.

So sleep now. More new things to experience tomorrow.

Overall, I think this is shaping up to be a great year**.


* Funny how things change. First impressions are so misleading.

**Ironic, isn't it?