Unlike last time, I know what I want to do. Of all the things that I don't know, this I am quite sure of. While I've fallen into place here at Western Michigan University, I know that it's only because I didn't have much of a choice. The adjustment was a tough one but now that I am here and about as adjusted as I will get, the feelings of being trapped in a place that is so far away have not calmed. Sundays are the worst; the days where I wake up knowing that I only have a few hours until I will be on a train headed toward the west side of the state. And these Sundays, although I've already gone through six of them, have not let up. Every Sunday, I find myself in the same rut, packing up my clean clothes and my whale and leaving my room with a lump in my throat, saying goodbye to my family and boyfriend, even if only for a few more days. And these Sundays have proven that this isn't how I want to spend my college experience, laying in bed not wanting to leave, dreading going back to the far away place that I don't belong in.
On Friday, I am meeting my Oakland University alumnus cousin Lauren out in Rochester so she can give me her own personal tour of the campus and so I can meet with an adviser to schedule my classes there. When I think about all that has happened thus far in the semester, and now that home is so close that I can nearly taste it, I really cannot wait to move back.
On another note, last night Katie, Lizzy, Melissa, and I went to a hookah bar, the first time I've ever been to one. I'd just like to say that I can't believe people actually spend money on this stuff. I'll never go back hahahahah.