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And That’s That.

Posted on by sennajandy

Greetings, squadlings!

It’s official, y’all: I’ve finished my third year of college. I’m definitely on the five-year plan with all the transferring I’ve been doing, so who cares.

In finishing my third year of college, I realized something today as I was walking on campus.

I’m not coming back here next year. 

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Yes, it’s true: As I sit on my bed, avoiding packing at all costs, surrounded by a year’s worth of crap, I’m sitting here realizing I’m not coming back to this school next year.

I’ve already transferred before, to this university, so I’m not too worried about the whole “going to a new school” thing. That said, this is the university I never thought I’d leave. I certainly didn’t think I’d leave it to go back to the town I tried so desperately to leave for nineteen years.

I don’t really have a reaction to leaving at this point. To be honest, I don’t even feel like I’m moving out tomorrow.Image result for wait what gif

I don’t want to move out: I love my roommates, I love my apartment, I love my room…But I can’t stay here anymore. I guess all good things must come to an end. *CUE CRYING SPIDERMAN x3*

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Be well, squadlings.

Why I Keep Going Home

Posted on by sennajandy

Greetings, squadlings!

By now, I am in my third week of my first semester at my new college. I don’t mind it; the work load isn’t as terrible as I expected, and I’ve made quite a few friends here. That being said, I’ve already gone home once, and I’m going home again on Friday (today is Wednesday).

You may be wondering, based on past posts explaining why I needed to get out of my hometown, why I keep going home. Let me preface this by saying my hometown is not the reason why I keep going home.

Growing up, I was never away from home. I had such bad separation anxiety that I wouldn’t even go to sleepovers. Summer camp was never even brought up-we all just knew it would never happen. Because of this, you’re probably wondering why I chose a university three hours from home.

My father was raised in the town I go to school in. I wanted to go to a new place, but also someplace I was familiar with. Having spent time here as a kid, I’m familiar with the town itself, so it was a new, yet not totally new adventure for me.

But that’s beside the point.

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I keep going home for a number of reasons; I love my friends here, but I need to get away sometimes. It’s nothing against them, it’s just me.

I have two dogs back home. My doggos are my sons, and I worship them. I go home because I miss them.

I also have six brothers and sisters back home. One of them goes to college an hour from home, and we’re both going home this weekend. It’s nice to have them to go back to.

And then comes my parents. I’ve always been very close to my mom. I talk to her MORE than once a day. This move has probably been harder on her than it has been on me. I have new people to distract me from not being at home, she has one less person at home. My dad has reason to come up north to see me, being that his mom lives here, but it’s still nice to go home and see him, too.

I miss my family, that’s why.

It has nothing to do with my hometown, or the fact that I hate my new school, or anything like that. I like my new school. I just miss my family and I want to go see them. Being cramped in a dorm sucks. It’s nice to have my own house, where I can shower without wearing shoes or chase my dog around.

So, with that being said, I’m off to pack to head home this weekend.

See you soon, squadlings.