Growing Up

For the first time in four years I won't be moving back into college.

Weird.

I loved college.  I loved my friends, my sorority sisters, (most of) my roommates.  I met my boyfriend.  I fell in love.  I was president of a sorority.  I really learned who I was and let myself become someone.  I was quiet in high school and scared to show everyone who I really was.  I didn't talk much in class and kept myself to my small, pre-selected group of friends.

In college, I quickly saw that I could be the person that I wanted to be.  I could disagree with another student- or the professor- in front of the class.  I could quickly say I didn't do all the reading.  I could lead a group of girls to be the biggest (and best, obviously) sorority on campus.  It was a great time for me to grow up.

And now I'm back at home.  Stuck back in the rut of being the person I had to be for 18 years.

Oh well.  While everyone is moving in this Labor Day, I'm still sitting on the beach.

I win.