my first days

So it's been a few days since I blogged for you all and it's because I've just been trying to catch my breath. Sunday was move in day which went fine. My only real comment on that would have to be my goodbyes.

I realized how much I'm going to miss my sister. She gave me such a cool gift and it showed me how much I mean to her.

I realized that I am a product of my father. During our goodbyes my Dad pulled me in really quick for a hug and then walked away. I could see him lift his glasses up and I thought maybe he was crying. He wasn't crying though, he was sobbing. He looked just like I do when I cry. His face got all red, he was somewhat hyperventilating, and he was having a tough time talking. I'm a product of him you see, and he's going to miss all the games. Football, soccer, and baseball alike. Those are where we connected. I know he'll be okay, he's overcome much greater obstacles in his life.

I realized my mom is a great women. (I already knew that, but it became even more obvious.) She didn't shed a tear (something she apologized for the next day) but I know she's missing me.

I've talked to my mom every day since I got up here and I plan on continuing to do so.

Orientation these past two days was horrible. We were constantly moving around and had to do all sorts of stupid icebreakers.

I felt homesick and still do, but I think everybody gets that way at least for a while.

Now that classes have started I'm hoping I get into the swing of things and begin to feel more at home. If I don't, well if I don't I'm not sure what options I really have. I have a great opportunity at hand, I'm in one of the top 50 business schools in the country. I also have internships galore only a train ride away.

I don't know if I want to be here right now, but I'm pretty sure I need to be here. 

I had my first class today...philosophy. Not too bad. The professor seems nice enough and the class doesn't appear as though it'll be too hard. Only time will tell I guess.

I miss my mom, my Dad, my sister, my bed, my house, my friends, my best friends. I miss feeling at home, feeling comfortable, feeling safe.

I miss a lot, but if I leave, I'll miss even more. 

29 Days

NP: High For This- Ellie Goulding