I’ve spent the last couple of weeks shopping for and deciding what I’m going to bring to college with me. Before I set about writing this I’ve been working on a composite, alphabetical, and check list of things I’m bringing in another week and a half. This list is a combination of me wanting (or more-- needing) to be prepared and the fact that I like making lists—especially check lists). As I was adding slippers to my list the fact that I’m moving out suddenly hit me. Before it always seemed like a date forever in the future it was an empty feeling. But “slippers” is where things really changed. I think that that is because when ever I make packing lists for trips I always want to add items that make me feel comfortable and at home, but they always get cut from the list either in the preliminary stages or in the “Oh, no! There’s no more room in the suitcase!” stage. My slippers are commonly that item cause I love wearing them in the winter but they can be somewhat large. As I’m typing, however, I begin to think:
Slippers. Hmm, I’ll wear slippers—I can bring them. It’ll be more like home. Wait, this place is going to be my home.
That’s how it sunk in, that in no time at all I’ll be living in a tiny room with two other girls and that will be “home”.
There’s no place like home.
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