Well here I am, back in Minneapolis where I have been longing to be since about the thirteenth of May. I haven't posted since last school year, and I realize my blog still says "anecdotes of a college freshman." I'll change it, really.
I moved in to my apartment on Thursday, and it's slowly starting to feel like home. I have successfully done two days worth of dishes (go me!) and consistently kept up the cleanliness of the bathroom. Let's hope this doesn't fade with the hype of being on my own again.
My sophomore year is already off to a great start, although classes haven't started so I probably shouldn't get ahead of myself. I can hardly remember what was running through my mind this time last year. I'm sure I was freaking out, excited, yet so nervous of the unknown. I still have that element of the unknown though, you never know what a new year and new classes will bring. But this year I am much more relaxed, I know this is where I'm supposed to be.
I think about the incoming freshmen and feel a pang of jealousy that they are about to experience the most thrilling/terrifying/fantastic time of their lives. But I also pity them, because they are so lost and probably scared and have so much to learn. I'm thankful I'm through that stage. Not that my learning has stopped. No, I try to learn from all of my experiences, every day. Take Saturday night, for example. I learned not to leave my phone on the ledge of the sink while washing my hands. Because, simply to spite you, it will slide down under the steady stream of water, just as you hoped it wouldn't.
I love my apartment, I really do. I didn't know why everyone always complained so much about dorm living. I didn't mind it. I even wished out loud that our school required us students to live in the dorms for two years, because having your own apartment is a big responsibility. Well, I take that back. Now that I've seen the other side, the extra space, I will never go back. But it is weird knowing that Hillary, my partner in crime, isn't right down the hall. Granted, she lives three blocks away, but I'm used to seeing her every night before bed. Somehow, though, I think we'll survive.
I'm excited for this year, to continue with my journalism classes and explore my new fashion studies minor. To go to all the hockey games and maybe actually see our football team win for once. To be reunited with the best friends I could ask for and to make new ones along the way. To finally get back in gymnastics shape, join new clubs and go through sorority recruitment. And of course, to share all of my crazy adventures with you.
