“I get ideas about what’s essential when packing my suitcase.”
—Diane von Furstenberg
For the past two years, drafting posts always took place atop a teal duvet in a house that was always quiet. My mom usually cooked dinner or cleaned the house while I typed. My dad always came home from a round of tennis right as I finished the graphics.
It’s almost difficult to blog in my new, unfamiliar “home.” The walls here are white, not blue. The bed is a twin, not a queen — and lofted far too high for someone who is 5-feet-3. The desk is a light brown, not an almost-black “espresso.”
It’d be easy to sit here and list everything that makes this room different from the one in my home, but the biggest different is the hardest to ignore.
My old bedroom window revealed the cypress trees and wildlife of Florida, and this one frames the beautiful Los Angeles skyline.
The not-so-unusual journey
A week and a half ago (the night before my flight), I yanked every garment of clothing out of my closet and started rolling haphazardly until everything fit into two boxes and a medium-sized, red suitcase. Two flights later, I found myself in my Northern California hometown. I wanted to visit family, and it seemed to appropriate to start my journey to college in the city where I was born.
My dad and I made the six-hour drive to LA on Tuesday (after bidding mom and my grandparents goodbye), and began moving into my on-campus apartment Wednesday morning. Now, we’ve reached the point in the story that landed me where I’m sitting at this exact moment.
Thoughts on my new residence
I share an on-campus apartment with three other girls. The apartment has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room.
Honestly, I was not optimistic about the size/quality of our apartment prior to moving. Fortunately, my expectations were completely wrong. The shared areas are incredibly spacious, and the kitchen is clean with tons of cabinets. The bedroom I share with my roommate is cozy but not cramped.
My favorite part of our room is the view, which includes the LA skyline and Hollywood Hills, but the inside is pretty awesome, too. Both my roommate and I brought tons of stuff to decorate our room. I brought art from anime conventions, photos, the mask I wore to Metrocon 2016 and — of course — books!
(Pssst! Be sure to let me know if you’re interested in a room tour post!)
Classes start tomorrow, and I’m 100 percent ready to dive into my major. Welcome Week activities are fun, but my introversion leaves me exhausted by the end of the night!
What is the farthest distance you’ve ever been from home for an extended period of time?