In six week I leave home, possibly forever. Well, I’ll be home for Christmas and probably summers, but it’s likely I’ll never actually live at home again. The house that I’ve lived in for the past thirteen years will no longer be home. My room (which was finally decorated just as I wanted it) will become my sister’s. I’ll have a new apartment with a new room and new roommates and a new church and new friends, and I’ll have to cook for myself, all while trying to study at a new university….
When I take the time to think about it, I shouldn’t be worried. I’m an independent sort of person, and I don’t get homesick easily. When I was fourteen I flew to Ontario by myself and stayed with a friend for a month. Luckily, I already know a lot of people where I’m going and I have some extended family in the area. There are lots of good churches in the area so I’ll have support, and I’m sure my roommates are all going to be awesome. I’ve already gone to university for a year so I know what to expect.
Despite all that, I’m still scared. As much as I can’t help counting down the days (about a month now) until I leave, I can’t help obsessing over everything I’m leaving and worrying about what’s coming. It’s a lot harder than I had ever thought it would be. After all, I’m leaving my comfortable life with my wonderful family on the peaceful Island and moving in to busy Ontario with three people I’ve never met. Yes, I know everything’s gonna be fine, but right now it’s just a little scary.
On the other hand, it still hasn’t sunk in. I can’t imagine myself living in the apartment, not having my family around. I’ve never been to the campus so I can’t see myself in any of the classrooms or talking to the profs. Right now I’m stuck in my PEI life, working, reading, hanging out with friends, writing, etc, and despite it just being a month away, the fall term seems years away.
If you haven’t already gathered this, my emotions are in one big whirl. I know everything’s going to be alright, yet I feel worried, even while it still hasn’t sunk in yet. Moving out for university is a big deal, something I’ve been planning for all my life, and I can’t believe it’s actually happening. It’s no surprise that my brain hasn’t processed it yet. J
As for you, my lovely blog readers, are any of you starting university in the fall? Even if you’re not, I assume you’re planning for it, trying to decide what you want to study or where you want to go. It’s an exciting period, and I wish you all the best. And to help you all out in this time of transition, I’ve compiled a School Suggestions Saturday Series where I give some (hopefully) helpful tips for when you head off to university. I’m so glad I went to UPEI for this past semester, so I already know what to expect from university. I hope my experience can make some of you guys’ high school to college transitions just that much easier.