I’m sitting on my bed waiting for 6am to come around. I leave for home in the morning so I probably should get some shuteye, but I can’t sleep. Not sure if its because I’m excited to go home or if I’m just too used to going to bed at 3am. Either way, here I am, waiting for the inevitable.
It’s kind of strange to be one eighth of the way done with college already. The last few months seemed to have passed rather quickly. The first couple months were hard. I missed home; the classes were hard; and everyone seemed to know more than me. I figured out how to manage it all and cope with the stress after talking to a few people. There were moments where I wondered what I was doing here at CMU and if I had made a mistake in flying all the way across the country for school. I managed to convince myself that I wouldn’t be happy anywhere else knowing I could have gone to CMU. That worked for a while, but the longing for home was still there. These past few weeks have been different. CMU finally feels like home. Nothing has really changed, but I guess I’ve finally settled it.
