It always happens the same way.
The night before the first day of school is a nightmare! No sleep, tossing and turning, hungry, thirsty, not tired. Anything to get you out of bed.
Well, that is definitely NOT what happened.
This year was different.
Not just because I am now officially a college student at the Y.
Not because I live in a new house.
And most assuredly not because everywhere I look, a cute RM gives me a smile.
No. Because I knew I was were I was supposed to be.
For once in my life, it made sense that I was hear. In Utah. Going to school.
The first day.
What a wonderful day that was.
HA!
Well, at least it wasn't terrrible.
I carried around my TinkerBell lunchbox.
My backpack weighed more than me.
And in my Stats class, I was stuck on the floor listening to the lecture.
Wonderful.
Yet, when I got back to the dorm that day, I felt at peace.
And yes, it has continued.
