My Room

So I'm leaving for college next week. And naturally, what comes with leaving for college is the packing of one's belongings. Though I'm used to packing shoes and clothes and various other items for one trip or another, packing to leave for college is an entirely different ballgame. I've always known that I have a lot of stuff (and I mean A LOT) but it wasn't until now that I came to realize exactly how much. My room has been a mess for the past few weeks and normally I would pull myself together sooner or later to clean it up. On this particular occasion, it happened later rather than sooner. I'm not generally opposed to cleaning my room, it's just a matter of time and energy. However, I think I know why my inner procrastinator kicked into high gear now, of all times.

...(my room during the packing process of doom)...

I think it's because deep down, far away in the deep recesses of my being, I don't really want to leave. That's reasonable enough. I've been in that room for the past eighteen years of my life and now I'm suddenly forced (well...not really 'forced', more like highly encouraged) to pack up everything and leave to live in a space smaller than the one that I'm used to, while sharing it with a complete stranger. I'm excited but maybe I'm a little hesitant as well. I know for a fact that my dorm will not be as big as my room, it will not have wall-to-wall carpeting and it most certainly will not be painted mint green. But these are things that I'll have to live with. That's the point of going off to college, to be thrust most ungracefully out of one's comfort zone into a new zone that one can either choose to make comfortable and be happy or choose not to make comfortable and be miserable.

I don't think I'll have too much of an issue with that. The only question is, will my zone be comfortable with me?