So over spring break, I went down to Houston for the third time. It was the first time I went knowing that it would be my home for the next two years, though. It was great! I'm excited for how much there is to do down there, and how much I liked campus, and about getting to know all the people I've met, and being closer to my SO.
Then I came home, back to Colorado. And I realized how homesick I'd been. Houston will be so radically different than where I've lived before. And everyone I've met are my SO's friends, who are a little different than the people I usually make close friends with. I mean, I know that once I'm down there I'll adjust, and I'll make my own friends...
But I'm nervous. And sad to be leaving a place I love. What if my SO and I break up? What if I hate it there?
Anyway, I know this is all normal concern. I'm just scared and could use some words of encouragement.
Then I came home, back to Colorado. And I realized how homesick I'd been. Houston will be so radically different than where I've lived before. And everyone I've met are my SO's friends, who are a little different than the people I usually make close friends with. I mean, I know that once I'm down there I'll adjust, and I'll make my own friends...
But I'm nervous. And sad to be leaving a place I love. What if my SO and I break up? What if I hate it there?
Anyway, I know this is all normal concern. I'm just scared and could use some words of encouragement.
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