So Long, For Real This Time

I stared blankly at the darkened room, a hue of blue splattered across the room with the minimal light escaping through the curtains at the early hour. The emptiness brought me back full circle to the real beginning of my college experience. I'd sat in this empty room imagining the possibilities it held for me. Just a sophomore, this room would be my first that was truly mine... no roommate to bitch about my mountains of dirty laundry, no parents to bitch about the noise. This room was going to be all mine and I couldn't wait to fill it up with my personality.

Over the years it changed furniture, cleanliness, order, posters and color. It never lost me. And so as I stood saying goodbye to my college years, it really began to hit me. It was someone else's time now. I tried to imagine the next person to live here, so full of hope like I was all those years ago. The moment was bittersweet.



I'd spent so many days staring out these windows, at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. I laid on the floor to watch my tiny TV. I got ready in front of my mirror that hung on the back of my closet door. It's still hard to digest it's all over now. It's not my home. The sick thing is that I've lived in that room longer than any other room/house I've been in for the past 9-10 years.

And now it's empty.



I spent my last morning standing in the rain, trying to imagine the view that would take the view I was so accustomed to.



So goodbye, college years! Now that you're out of sight and mind, I can stop being so melodramatic and get back to my usual sarcastic self! Progress?