Putting My Life Into Cardboard Boxes

Today I finally started packing up my room in preparation for Stonehill. I told myself (and my mom) that I was going to do it sometime last week, but I kept procrastinating. I feel like I waited because packing up my stuff made leaving home very real. Of course I am extremely excited for school, but as my days in California grow fewer, I keep thinking about how much I am leaving behind. It is going to be extremely hard, but my experience at Stonehill will be worth it!

Figuring out what to pack was an interesting process. I am not going to be home at all first semester, so I have to pack pretty much everything I need. I don’t want to get to school and wish I‘d brought something that I didn’t. So, I went through my entire room and threw anything and everything that I thought might have some use at school into cardboard boxes. I realized that I will have loads of stuff that I really don’t need, but better safe than sorry! I brought pretty much every movie I own. You never know what kind of movie you’re going to be in the mood for watching, so of course I had to bring all of them varying from all five of my Harry Potter DVDs to my collection of Julia Roberts’ classics (My Best Friend’s Wedding, Notting Hill, Runaway Bride, Ocean’s Eleven, and Pretty Woman). I am bringing most of my clothes in a suitcase with me when I fly out, but I ended up packing some clothes that take up a lot of room in a suitcase, like sweatshirts and t-shirts. I also packed some stuff from my costume box for Halloween and other occasions that may come up where I will need to be in costume. I am fully equipped with feather boa and sombrero if something comes up!

Going through my room also meant finding some things I haven’t seen in ages and didn’t even know still existed. I came across some old letters my parents sent me while I was at summer camp, my veil from my first Holy Communion, and my diary from 3rd grade. Its extremely interesting seeing what I actually felt important enough to write in a diary as an eight year old. But finding that diary made me think that I should probably start keeping a journal at Stonehill. I know I am not going to want to forget any moments!