So I left College Park yesterday. Packed up my room, mopped the unruly floor (at Kevin's insistence), and drove my appropriately sized car out of that hell hole. As glad as I should be to get out of a city that administers $75 parking tickets and rains cockroaches, I could not miss it more. Where else can you go out to a bar and run into 75% of your friends? Where else can you get $2 drinks on a Saturday night? Where else are the bar patrons all sloppy drunk and underage? Certainly not Manhattan.
As I think about it more and more, I realize that college is sort of a fucked up institution. You are expected to leave your life behind, and start a whole new one elsewhere. Only to realize that, after 4 years, you are expected to leave THAT life behind and start ANOTHER new one. All of your friendships that you spend years building disperse.
I probably should have realized coming to Maryland that most of my friends would end up in the DC area. Doesn't make it any easier, though. Now we are all going to have to learn to talk on the phone (which is so 1990s), and put in effort to stay in contact with each other. Certainly won't be the same, though I hope we all don't drop the ball on visiting each other (hint, hint).
Don't mean to be a downer, but for real, leaving college sucks.
--Jenna
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