Yes, only 3 days left until I move out. At least, sort of.
In three days, I’ll be moving to a dorm for the fall and spring semesters. I still have to come home on Thanksgiving week, over the Christmas break, and Spring break; the dorm is closed at those times. But the rest of the time, I’ll be living there.
I’m only packing what I need for school, basic living, and a few other things. As far as personal items, I’m packing my Rubik’s cube, 10 decks of cards, and about a dozen books. I’m planning to come home every few weeks for various things. At this point, it really feels more like it’s going to be an extended hotel stay than actually moving and living there, since most of what I have will be staying in my room at home, albeit in boxes and out of the way, for the most part. (I’m working on that, mom. I promise.)
How am I feeling about all of this? It’s a mixed bag, a really mixed bag. I’m going off to school at a very nice school (UT Austin) to study what I love (Mathematics and Computer Science, double major). I’m looking forward to all of my classes, and I think I’m going to learn so much. I am, in that sense, ready for the semester to start, and ready to get into some really meaty subjects that are a big part of why I chose the degrees I did.
I’m also excited about being out of the house. I’m 21, and it’s time for me to at least spend a few months living somewhere else, in my opinion. I’m fine with not, you know, moving out of state and all that. I’ll just be across town, and I will be coming home some weekends.
I’m nervous about all of the above, too. I’ve never been away from home for more than three weeks before (Spain), and I don’t know all of what I should expect. I think I know what it’s going to be like, but as in the rest of my life, just when I think I know what’s going on, that’s when I find out that I really don’t have any idea. I’m afraid of the things I don’t know about, and some of the ones that I do. We’ll see how things turn out.
I’m ready for the summer to be over with. The past 2 months have been incredibly long, boring, and depressing. In part, I think, because I haven’t had anything to kick me out of it, or any reason to get out of the house for more than just going to the store or maybe a movie. I haven’t talked to anyone my age in real life in probably a month and a half now, and it’s really dragging on me. I’m ready to get out and at it again.
I got my roommate assignment on Thursday of last week, and found him on Facebook. He looks like an awesome person, and I think I’m going to get along with him fine, so I’m not worried about any problems there. He’s also a Computer Science major, which is awesome.
I already have things that I’m looking forward to doing on campus, including a birthday party the first week. I’m looking forward to making new friends and seeing some old ones. (I might even look up, like, the kid who was on the middle school science team with me and that I haven’t seen since then.)
My writing is probably going to suffer, as far as time I have to devote to it. Which is as it should be; school is my top priority. My chances of making it as a computer programmer or mathematician are much better than of being a writer. I’m also, you know, paying for the school part of things. I will be doing schoolwork first, and writing second. I’ll have 12 credit hours of classes, and I have to be in class by 8 AM on MWF, so no more staying up past midnight to get writing done. I’m going to have to work out my time more efficiently to fit writing into my schedule.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop, though. I will still be on the Magic Spreadsheet, and I will still be writing every day. The goals from my last post? I made that list with school in mind. I fully intend to keep all of them.
Wish me luck. I’m going to need it!