and that means only 19 days until i move into my dorm.
it’s weird. when i first realized how far away i was moving, it made me laugh. i’ve always been the sheltered offspring of third world country parents. and i’m the first one in my family to not go to community college. i’m only the third person in the family to make it to college. haha, so i was super glad that i was getting away. having to worry about stepping on people’s toes is getting really annoying.
but now? hell, i don’t want to go. i’ve never lived elsewhere. i mean, i go away for the summer all the time. but that’s in pakistan, a different environment. it’s not another city in new york. and brooklyn has been home for as long as i remember. now, when we’re on campus, “home” will mean the dorm. and no one’s going to bail me out of crap. like i can’t call my dad and be like come get me i’m at this location. for the first time in my life, i’ll be utterly on my own.