Everyone thought I would adjust well. That this change would be perfect for me - they saw me as independent and motivated and enthusiastic and already a grown up. Why wouldn't this go well for me? However...that first week. It was HARD. One of, if not THE, hardest things I ever did. I had to sleep five feet away from a stranger. A stranger that most people tell me I would get to learn real fast, real quick and learn to love just as quickly. Did that happen? Of course not. It still feels odd to come back from class and see an honest effort to make more than small talk fail time and again. If I couldn't get over this obstacle, however, it would not have been put in my way. It will only make me stronger. I just need to keep believing that.
Now that I have been here three weeks, the change is wonderful...I think I can even say perfect. There is more freedom, more independence, more...everything I have ever wanted in life. The grown-up that has always been inside me can finally be unleashed from the "kid" it was supposed to be. I can be mature or as immature as I like. Coloring Barbie coloring books with Crayons? Yeah, it happens. Whipping out board games and watching Disney channel? Yeah, that happens too. Don't even get me started on the discussions involving politics and religion and, you know, even some music construction. It is glorious to say my thoughts out loud and not worry what other people think.
And with that, I must leave. The high school kid in me still thinks getting up at 6 AM is cool...and the adult in me wants to get at least 6 hours of sleep. =]