Ready or Not

It's midnight on the night before I move into my dorm at Loyola.

I am scared about moving. I don't know why. I'm only moving 30 minutes away from house. I'm moving closer to my friends who live in the city. So why am I kind of freaking out about it?
I think it is partly because of this: Is my roommate going to like me? Are we going to get along? Am I going to find a group of people that I can call my friends? The I keep going back to the questions about Loyola. Is it right for me? But I think it is because it is the official end of what I knew before. The end of what I know, what I love. Once I move to Loyola, that is the end of life as I knew it.

Well, I guess all I can do is jump into life at Loyola, and remember all that I have experienced and love so much.

So here I go... [I will tell y'all how it goes in the next blog.]