The first week will suck.
You will miss home.
You will hate the food.
And the whole sharing a bathroom with 11 other girls.
You will cry.
You and your roommate won’t hit it off well.
You will make friends,
only to never talk to them again.
Your sociology teacher will be an ass.
And the boy you like will lose interest.
You will (unintentionally) grow apart from your bestfriends.
And home won’t feel like it sounds anymore.
You will get lonely.
The cereal will never disappoint.
The maids are sweet ladies.
You will pass Sociology with a B.
Your roommate will become one of your bestfriends.
(Don’t worry, you’ll get comfortable enough to not have to wear pants)
She will feel like home.
You will make a whole new group of friends.
Ones who put up with you and fix your makeup on the nights you get too intoxicated and cry about the boy who lost interest.
(Sorry about that, I love you, guys)
Your mom will be okay.
You will meet people who talk in words that are so beautiful that chest pains and headaches will become normal.
You will laugh until you pee,
Sing in the rain,
Body surf to Anthony Green,
See beautiful things,
Hear beautiful voices,
Love more people than you thought possible.
Your mind will blossom like the trees that you ride, walk, sit, and smoke under. (Yeah, you pick up a few bad habits, but that’s okay.)
You will be happy.
So, don’t be scared or anxious, or worried.
Unpack your bags, you still have a few weeks.
Hug your mother and love yourself.
(Also, don’t bleach your hair. That was just a bad idea.)