I am a freshman in college, and I have suffered and survived a full semester. As I head into my second semester I have realized the power of living alone. In a dorm.
Let me start off by saying, I was making myself physically sick worrying about having a roommate. I also did not vet for one as well as I should have. So, she’s never here, and I’m alone.
Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, or a good thing.
It’s just a thing.
I get by on phone calls and messaging with my friends from back home. I am currently on Tiner to just see if I can’t meet some people (seriously, haven’t made any friends that haven’t transferred).
My fridge has become super depressing with the number of leftovers in it that are meant for 2 and not one. So I have found ways to stretch pizza to last 3 meals or more. I have an aloe plant named Herman. I keep a mini trampoline under my bed. I knit.
There are ways to cope with living alone.
I just fear that if anything (God forbid) were to happen to me. No one would know if I didn’t come back for a few days.
The good always comes with the bad.