How Sweet It is

I know that my last few posts have been a bit of a downer on the college life, but in reality, when I set aside the missing home, I absolutely love college! Living in a dorm has been such a fun experience. In relation to my roommates, I have lucked out beyond belief. I love each and every one of them. We all get along, and have a great time together. There are five of us, me, Keiana, Krista, Krysten, and Megan. And our apartment is by far the cutest in the building. We have cute lanterns hanging up down our hallway, and an awesome fuzzy purple papasan chair in our living room. But out of all the rooms, mine is my favorite.

It was so odd to pack up all my belongings and bring them to some place foreign and try to make it my own, but with some time it is starting to feel more and more like home. It is amazing how fast someplace can start to feel like home just because your things are there with you. My room is adorable, if I say so myself. I have a red and white polka dot bedspread, an Audrey Hepburn and Harry Potter poster hanging on my wall, and rainbow colored lanterns that adorn the wall space above them. My bookshelf is full of my random statues- like my green Buddha, pink Eiffel Tower, and various things my grandparents brought back from Vietnam, as well as my Harry Potter wand, and Grandma's jewelry box that plays the score from Love Story. Of course, with no doubt I have many books piled in my shelves- the Harry Potter collection, Little Women, Hamlet, my favorite Tennessee Williams books, and my massive Art History text book from last year. I have pictures everywhere; I have a framed pictures of my family, the Gordons, and my cousins, Bentley and Ireland, as well as one of me and my love, Neville Longbottom at the Harry Potter premiere. Right behind my desk is a cork board in which I have plastered pictures of my family, mostly my cousins and Gavin, plus Michael Nielsen. To the left of my desk is my Betty White calendar. On my door hangs a photo holder that adorns twenty pictures of my best friends. There is about three feet between the floor and my mattress, so I have quite a bit of storage space under my bed, which is where I keep my beloved movies. Now when I say beloved, I mean BELOVED. At home I kept them on my Shakespeare Ikea shelf, separated by genre, but here I have no such luxury or room, so like any movie fanatic in my position, I keep them in a storage chest underneath my bed kept under lock. I absolutely love my room. It is where I spend most of my time, and the place that feels the most like home. I have found that when I have my things from home with me, that my real home doesn't really seem that far away, and my transition becomes easier and easier day by day.