1. Don't start papers at 11 pm.
2. Eat something.
3. Sometimes you have to sacrifice your own comfort for someone else.
4. Your professor will make a meeting go 30 minutes over.
Hey guys, Megan here. Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I'm kind of in the middle of a family emergency and I was figuring out a bunch of logistical things. I finally have a moment to sit down and relax--there's not a whole lot of work I am willing to do right now anyways. So the big news is that Nicole and I will be leaving at 7am tomorrow for a conference in Iowa and we'll be getting back Sunday night, after which I'll be leaving to go home around 1pm on Monday and getting back on Tuesday night. I guess I'll just be living out of a suitcase for the next five days.
Flying Solo was the name of my yearbook junior year, and it was by far my most difficult, due to the fact that I was dealing with a lot of things at the time as well as tough classes, but it was also really, really enjoyable. I discovered a lot about myself and I also took my first psych and poetry classes... now I'm a psych major with a possible English writing minor, so I guess things worked out.
In case you didn't know, I'm now living alone, essentially flying solo. My roommate transferred to the University of Nebraska--Omaha, and she tells me she's loving it and that it's exactly where she's supposed to be. It also puts her closer to her friends, boyfriend, and family which is really cool. I still miss her a lot though. I think roommates share a really unique bond that comes with the somewhat terrifying experience of going off to college. I see it a lot, especially with the floor that adopted me. Melissa and her roommate are perfect together! It's actually really fun to see them interact. My roommate and I got along well and we had some really great discussions about anything and everything, and I miss that. One of my favorite stories is when I dropped something or did something clumsy and my roommate said to me, "You know... sometimes I wake up and I have bruises that I don't know where they came from, and I feel like that's kind of like your life sometimes." There are tons and tons of quotations like that.
Sure, it's nice to live alone sometimes, but I miss having a roommate--mine was always someone welcoming to come home to. My room is a little more sterile feeling these days. In a way, she was part of what I wanted out of the college experience. She provided me with a different outlook on EVERYTHING! Her life has been completely different than mine and I got loads of new perspective just by listening to her stories. She made me reconsider things I probably needed to. I miss her sometimes, especially just the sound of her skyping her boyfriend or the way she looked like she wanted to murder someone in the mornings. :P We are definitely not morning people. I'd gotten used to falling asleep to her talking and the lights on and now the silence bothers me sometimes. I couldn't sleep at all on my first night back.
So, I miss her. Adjusting to living alone is a lot of getting in the mindset that being alone shouldn't be a cause of loneliness, but rather a source of solitude, and I'm getting there. I've also been lucky enough to be adopted by Nicole, Melissa, and Sally's floor. Everyone there has been so kind and welcoming to me that they've been like a family to me. I have no idea what I'd do without them. So I guess I'm not really flying solo after all, am I?
Peace and be well. Maybe Nicole will blog from Iowa...
-Megan
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