The drive to Asheville was four and a half hours long, and yet it somehow wasn't long enough. Half of my was excited to go to University, to meet new people and learn more about myself and the world around me, but the other half was terrified. I wan't ready. I cant leave my friends yet, I cant leave my family. I just needed on more week, one more day, even one more hour in this car. I just needed more time- but I had run out.
I watched my family leave the parking lot from the window of my dorm. They had to leave and I had to stay; the more I thought about it more upset I became. I was actually in college. I was actually alone.
Then I heard a knock at my door; it was my suitemates. They came in and we all sat and talked about our high schools,
I watched my family leave the parking lot from the window of my dorm. They had to leave and I had to stay; the more I thought about it more upset I became. I was actually in college. I was actually alone.
Then I heard a knock at my door; it was my suitemates. They came in and we all sat and talked about our high schools,