I can still remember the Thursday afternoon when I walked tiredly to mail box and was anxious to see an addressed letter to me from the University of Texas. The anxiety of what was on the inside of the letter was getting to me because i dropped all of the mail trying to lock the mail box back. Even though the mail box center was relatively close to my apartment, it just seemed like I couldn't get there fast enough. As I shut my front door, I immediately opened the letter to find that I was admitted into Plan II. Words could not describe how I felt at that moment; all I could do was jump up and down with excitement and call my mother with the good news. I also remember getting my acceptance letter, but it was not nearly as exciting as getting the letter from Plan II. Maybe because I already knew I would be accepted by the Top Ten Percent rule. The final months of senior year and the summer just did not go fast enough for me. I was so ready to start a new chapter in my life in a different environment and school. I was so excited about the prospect of being an independent college student away from home.
I always dreamed of the day when I would move away from home. It's not that I had a bad childhood and was ready to get away from everything, but I just always knew my adulthood would be spent outside of Crosby, TX. As I settled into my new home, 110 Kinsolving, I enjoyed the freedom of being able to go out without having to explain who I was with and where we were going. Not only was I appreciating my new found freedom, but I was loving the physical environment of Austin. It is so beautiful to me and feels like the perfect place for a young lady at the age of 19 to start the pursuit her dreams. When I did get a chance to return home, "[I felt] a bit out of place, left out, and almost anxious to return to the dorm" (Andrew). It really does like Austin is my new home whether I want to be or not.
I always dreamed of the day when I would move away from home. It's not that I had a bad childhood and was ready to get away from everything, but I just always knew my adulthood would be spent outside of Crosby, TX. As I settled into my new home, 110 Kinsolving, I enjoyed the freedom of being able to go out without having to explain who I was with and where we were going. Not only was I appreciating my new found freedom, but I was loving the physical environment of Austin. It is so beautiful to me and feels like the perfect place for a young lady at the age of 19 to start the pursuit her dreams. When I did get a chance to return home, "[I felt] a bit out of place, left out, and almost anxious to return to the dorm" (Andrew). It really does like Austin is my new home whether I want to be or not.
After the first week of being in college, the reality of not being at home with my family and friends began to hit me. My nostalgia for them began to progressively get worse before it got better. I realized that I was homesick for those that are closest to me. I did not miss Crosby at all but my loved ones that I had left behind. The reality that I would probably never be in the same town as my loved ones for the rest of life. I believe I will always go back and visit but not live there. So I ha
d to come up with a plan that would help me deal with my minor case of homesickness. One thing that I have tried my best to do is to regularly keep in touch with my family and friends. For example, I call my best friend Holly, who is in the picture with me to the left, at least once a week and vice versa. She is definately someone I miss alot. "Music evokes past emotions better than anything for me, which makes sense, considering the well-known psychological phenomenon known as state-dependent memory" is something that happens all of the time when it comes to Holly (November_2004). We spent alot of time together, which includes tons of songs sang on our way to the mall or out to eat. At first it was not easy for my mother because she cried for the first month just about everytime I talked to her but now we are back to our normal mother-daughter arguments.
d to come up with a plan that would help me deal with my minor case of homesickness. One thing that I have tried my best to do is to regularly keep in touch with my family and friends. For example, I call my best friend Holly, who is in the picture with me to the left, at least once a week and vice versa. She is definately someone I miss alot. "Music evokes past emotions better than anything for me, which makes sense, considering the well-known psychological phenomenon known as state-dependent memory" is something that happens all of the time when it comes to Holly (November_2004). We spent alot of time together, which includes tons of songs sang on our way to the mall or out to eat. At first it was not easy for my mother because she cried for the first month just about everytime I talked to her but now we are back to our normal mother-daughter arguments. I am still extremely happy to live in Austin, but sometimes I do get a little homesick for the people I no longer see everyday. In the end, I would rather have nostalgia for my loved ones because moving away was the best option for me.
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