Home Away From Home

Day 3: I technically live away from home. I dorm on campus so I’m not home, per say. But Queens is an hour away from home. 45mins on a good day. So I’m closer than all my friends here. Especially Fabe, coming from Italy. This nigga. But, move-in day was nevertheless emotional. Me and my mom cried when she hugged me goodbye. I was scared. I was alone. I had the top-bunk. I hung out with my roommates and suitemates the first night. Met my current boyfriend that night. It was rough being away from home. I do wish I went further away. I feel like I could’ve had a more rounded experience going to a different state. I guess we’ll never know.



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