A few hours ago, I moved out of the residence hall I had been living in as an RA for the past two school years. I spent most of the day packing my stuff and every now and then I had to take emotional breaks because it was all starting to hit me so quickly. This building had been my home for almost two years and I had so many amazing memories there with great people and it’s so sad to think about it not being my home anymore.
Moving out of here was emotional for so many reasons, especially given the fact that I’ll be graduating soon and many of my friends are going off in different directions. However, what really made it even more emotional was the fact that I knew I was leaving a place I knew as home, to go back to my own home with my family, to eventually move out to go to grad school on the opposite coast. Home is a very unstable concept for me right now and moving out of my room today made me realize that.