The Moving Diaries
I moved into this room at age 7. By age 13, the walls were pink and one moody vampire family had become the current obsession (Imagine floor to ceiling posters of Edward Cullen and you’ll get the picture). By age 17 this same room had turned itself into a small escape befitting of a woodland cottage. The rod iron bed, antique armoire, and cotton garlands created a space worth the ten years it took to build. Fast forward a year and the room is slowly being dismantled. The same little girl who built this world from the walls in, is leaving her nest and going on an adventure.
What I’m trying to get at, is I’m leaving for college. Fancy wording or not, I’m packing up, moving out, and moving in. Prepping for college began long before I learned that boys have cooties. It begins young or maybe it just did for me, but either way, this has been a long time coming. The excitement is palpable but don’t let the excitement fool you; this is not easy. We spend years upon years in the same room with the same routine and in a matter of a few days, it all changes. New room, new bed, new walls, simply begging to be filled with new memories.
Within five boxes and a few dozen bags, I carry my home with me into a new beginning and I couldn’t be more excited. Scary as it may be, this is simply too much fun to keep to myself. These next few years are suppose to be some of the best, and I can’t wait to share them with you! Whether I change my major the estimated three times, or break a record and change it ten, I want to share that with you. Come along and watch as I create a world befitting of She!