The Landing

As I moved my stuff out of my parents' car and into my dorm room, I realized just how big a moment this was. This would be the first time I have lived on my own away from home. I mean, it's not like I moved across the country or anything. I'm about 45 minutes from where I grew up. But to me it might as well be as if I moved to California. I think it's times like this when having such a close family can be difficult.

I could see the tears welling up in my mother's eyes everytime she took something of mine up the stairs to my new room. My father handled it much better than she. That is understandable considering he always taught me to be strong and not give off the impression of weakness. Oddly enough, I am handling this alot better than I expected. Or at least i think I am. I'm sure they cannot see if but I am going all kinds of crazy inside. I just got here but I am already thinking about the next time I'm going home. I just want to see my friends from high school and temple.

What if I need something? What if something happens at home? How will I get there? Will I make friends here? Will I have anything in common with anybody? All things running through my head. Maybe the anxiety IS getting the best of me. Regardless of how I feel, this day was inevitable. I had to fly away from the nest someday. I am sure my parents are proud that I have made it this far and expect me to go even further. I just have to take the wheel and make this situation the best it can be. But in the meantime, I still have unpacking to do.