Its a scary new world
Aug. 25th, 2011 05:24 pmI currently feel like I'm not really where I belong, like I'm in a weird bubble in-limbo between worlds. I started college classes on Monday, and although I was excited about going and really enjoyed orientation and other events leading up to class, now that I'm there I don't quite feel like I belong. I know things will get better--I'm not even through the first week yet--but I didn't really realize how connected I felt to my high school until I started college. I was very involved in school and very close to my teachers, most of whom I had every year that I was there. It is difficult for me to feel like I really belong places, so leaving all of that comfort and familiarity behind is going to be incredibly hard for me. I was excited, but now I'm not quite sure I want to be a part of this adult world. Because of how busy I was the week leading up to starting school, I didn't really have time to think and prepare for it and feel like I was just kind of thrust into this world very suddenly. I want the rigid structure and predictable schedule of high school back...well I guess I really DON'T, but right now it sounds so nice.
If you can't tell from this and past posts, I'm a person whose world is very easily rocked. Little things get to me all the time, and bigger things crush me. I'm so glad I decided to stay home for college though. I can't imagne being without the comforts of my dogs and house and my home town. And Smoosh of course.

My aunt and uncle gave Smoosh a cat tower, which he really enjoys hanging out in. Or out of. He always either lays like this or on his back with his feet hanging out. Why can't I be this carefree? Instead I'm stuck a constant worrier.
If you can't tell from this and past posts, I'm a person whose world is very easily rocked. Little things get to me all the time, and bigger things crush me. I'm so glad I decided to stay home for college though. I can't imagne being without the comforts of my dogs and house and my home town. And Smoosh of course.
My aunt and uncle gave Smoosh a cat tower, which he really enjoys hanging out in. Or out of. He always either lays like this or on his back with his feet hanging out. Why can't I be this carefree? Instead I'm stuck a constant worrier.