Leaving Home

I’m a freshman, so leaving home was a very recent event for me. I’m from the exotic land of Orem (a 3 minute drive from here) so you could describe my experience as extremely hectic, because if I forgot something, I wouldn’t be able to go back and get it for weeks or months! It was very stressful.

            No but seriously, I was super excited to move out. I love my family and everything, and I think I would miss them if I wasn’t so close, but just the idea of moving out was awesome. Plus, I would be moving in with 3 of my best friends.

            When the day came to move in I moved in around noon, I was so anxious I had actually been packed for weeks. I get down there and put a big dinner in a crock pot (first and last time I’ve used that thing) because I had told my buddies that I was going to cook good meals every day and we were all excited for that. My friends didn’t seem that excited to move down, they took their time moving down, and I was a little impatient to get them down there so we could all start partying.

            The day after we moved in there was a big Wyview dance. I was stoked but there was a small problem, one of mi amigos had been really sick the last few days and we just found out that night that he had mono, and would have to take it easy for a few months. This was college, freshman year for Pete’s sake! This was party year, and all of a sudden one of the 3 musketeers (there were actually 4 which is why I use this reference, but it’s a little confusing because it has the number ‘3’ in it) but anyways, one of the 3 musketeers couldn’t party with us!

            It was a much different next few weeks then I originally thought it would be. I stopped cooking awesome meals because I just didn’t have the time. We didn’t party as much because of my friend, but we definitely did party!