2. Moving In
I had just finished saying goodbye to my parents after a long day of moving my many boxes of stuff into my dorm room. It was small, but it was confortable at the same time. I had met my roommate, Olivia, who seemed normal at least. She was polite and very shy, but I was sure we would warm up to each other once the first term started. I started to unpack all of the boxes, excited for my first day of classes tomorrow. As I put everything into its place, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Who would I meet? Would I like my professors? I hope I can find my way around to everything. All these thoughts played heavily in my mind and I decided it was best I tried to get some sleep, as I could feel myself start to become stressed out and anxious, something that I found happening more often than not. Olivia was already lying down and we had not said much all night. I figured I would let her come around on her own terms and that I wouldn’t force anything if she was still getting used to the adjustment. I turned off my bedside lamp and shut my eyes.