We found out where we will be living next year!
*Cue burst of cheers and excitement and other forms of exuberance.*
It's so exciting as it was our first choice. We each get our own room, plus a big living room area. It's relatively close to the main part of campus - aka classes. (Actually, just kidding, it's not close at all. Oh well, maybe I'll have to actually use my bike next year.) It's a great community with a good balance of social-ness and quiet-ness. The food is apparently really good and if not, we are close to a variety of great food sources. I get to live with two of my best friends and two other girls who I absolutely love! Minor problem: we don't know who our sixth person is going to be, but hopefully that little detail will work itself out.
But right past 5pm when everyone received their housing e-mails, everybody in the dorm began to talk about where they were staying next year. And that's when it became really real.
In a matter of weeks, we'd be split up and spread far and wide. We'd be all over campus as opposed to all under one common roof. To be realistic, many of us are not likely to keep in contact next year. It's a scary thought.
But tonight at midnight, we randomly decided to go on an adventure-- famous words around here-- and took two Zipcars and went to In-N-Out (somehow we always end up there). We were there for an hour, just talking about nothing. Then in the parking lot, we sped around in circles, all crowded into one car and blasted music and sang and made the most of 5 minutes.
Those five minutes were all it took. It's still going to be the same old, same old around here for a just a few more days. Let's just make the most of it. And next year, when everything is new and shiny and scary... We'll still have these people to turn to. Always.