It’s almost hard to believe that this exact time last year I was so gung ho on transfer schools and preparing to kiss my current university goodbye, once and for all. With all this talk and hype I kept enforcing upon myself of starting over in a new city three hours away that I couldn’t totally picture myself in, starting a new school, changing my major, seemed like what was necessary for me to get a fresh start on life. If you’ve been following along with my life on here for some time, than you know by that that it’s no secret that my college experience and I have had a “on-and-off again” relationship up until this year, which may I say, despite the corona virus cutting my spring semester to a close, has been the best year yet?! With wanting to almost prove to myself and others i was capable of “starting fresh”, I was determined to take the matter I to my hands and make the rest of my college experience something that I actually loved and will remember for the rest of my life.
I don’t know if I’ve shared this previously on here, but I’ll never forget the day that I admitted not only to myself, but to my family that transferring schools wasn’t the best option for me. After touring, sending my transcripts and all that follows with transferring schools, something deep down inside of me wasn’t as thrilled as I wanted to be above the move. No, it wasn’t fear of the unknown or moving further away, but it was the fear that I was ultimately going to choose to be somewhere that I didn’t even picture myself being at.
I recall my sister and my friends always bringing up the fact that I don’t seem 1000% enthusiastic about this “big move” I was about to embark on, dare I say they were right all along. They were able to pinpoint the truth inside of me that I was too worried t admit to myself because I didn’t wanna let myself self down, and more importantly let others down as well. After all, the past six months all I could talk about was how ready I was to leave my current school and get outta here, fast!
Flash forward to today, as I sit here back at my parents home reflecting upon all the wonderful memories I’ve made throughout this year at the same school I wanted to put in my past and never look back. Moving into my very own apartment right behind the heart of campus and rushing to be in a sorority had made a tremendous impact of the way I feel towards the place once couldn’t stand. All the friendships I’ve made, independence I’ve gain from living on my own, as well as a promising direction thanks to changing my major to marketing, something I’m actually passionate about, has made all the difference within myself.
I guess to sum up this year in a few statements would be to listen to your gut. Yes, I know you’ve heard this a thousand times before but it’s so important to do so! Like, I always laugh about the what if’s. “What if I decided to transfer, even when I knew deep down it wasn’t want I wanted for myself!?” Not to day things wouldn’t be good, but how different life would be! Sure it’s taken me some time to finally get things right, but I would take back the days prior to this year because everything along the route had taught me more and more of discovering myself!
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