Changes

Yesterday, I gave back my keys to the Scott Street house. It was an extremely odd moment. I guess when I pictured moving out, I expected some kind of lavish goodbye. I don't really know what this lavish goodbye would have involved, perhaps some doves and that song from Remember the Titans playing as I walked out the door (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Hey Hey Goodbye anyone?).

To me, moving away from San Marcos represents a huge change. Even though I havn't yet received my diploma, I'll be working a full time job when I return, and therefore, college is over. No more sleeping in class, no more staying up until 2 in the morning playing board games, no more coming home to roommates that I love. Even though I don't feel like it, I'm pretty sure the world expects me to be a grown up now.

I'm not really feeling that.

What's funny is that when I first went to Texas State, I wasn't such a fan. I came home every weekend. I thought about transferring. I only showered twice a week (Monday-Friday) in the dorms because I caught lesbians having what we will call "relations" in the shower on more than one occasion.

Then I made friends that made college bearable. Enjoyable even. I found things that I liked to do and eventually, I called San Marcos home and didn't want to come back to Georgetown.

College is great because its similar to playing house. You can pretend like you're a grown up, living on your own and making your own decisions and paying for things, but the reality is, if you screw it up, your parents will be there to clean up your mistakes.

Adulthood does not offer this kind of security.

To me handing over those keys represented the end of college and the beginning of adulthood. The closing of one book and the starting of another.

I guess I expected such a huge change to come with some dramatic showing.

It case your wondering, it didn't.

There were no doves, no music, no little men lining the sidewalk and waving goodbye.

But it was nice to say good bye to Whitney and her mom before I leave. The Senters family are really great people.

Accepting Adulthood,
Jenna