I don’t remember being told that move in day is an event where everyone is shouting and trying to get up four flights of stairs with refrigerators, televisions, computers, giant bags, and just about everything you could imagine before anyone else gets to their floor. The mass of bodies, the stench of sweaty boys, and the overall wall of body heat when you enter the stairwell is a little bit too much for me to handle. I’m fairly sure that all of the showers on fifth floor will be occupied tonight. I’ve only been here for five minutes and I am in desperate need of a long, hot bath. Thankfully, this isn’t my first move in day and I know by now how bad it can be. This is my third move in and I am so glad that I’m experienced in the art of moving in as quickly as possible.
There is one thing that I’m concerned about today though. I’ve never met my roommate. My old roommate, Clarice, transferred to the biggest school in the state, so I’m stuck going through the awkward new roommate process. It’ll be strange, I’m sure. Clarice and I hit things off right from the moment we saw each other. She was wearing a pair of sweats that said “Drummer Girl” down the leg and a Denver Broncos hoodie and I was wearing sweats that said “I’m too saxy for you” and a Peyton Manning Broncos jersey. Needless to say we began talking about how hopeful we were that the Broncos we’re going to go all the way to the Super Bowl and that we hoped that band would be fun in college. Now she’s gone though and I’ll have to hope that I don’t hate my new roomie.
My phone buzzes in my hand, dragging me out of my thoughts. I ignore it because I’ve got the box holding my computer in my hands right now. Thankfully the door to the fifth floor is open so I can walk right in and not have to worry about trying to open a door with this annoying box in my hands. My dorm room isn’t opened yet (I haven’t gotten my key) so I just set the box down beside the door and hurry up and check my phone. I have a text message from Clarice.
Moving in isn’t the same without you L
I know L I miss you so much! I reply.
I’ve got to finish moving in. text me later?
Of course. Talk to you later Clare Bear
Talk to you later Adela
You still haven’t thought of a nickname?
Nope! I’ll think of one though, don’t worry!
You said that two years ago
Yeah, yeah. Just go move in and text me later lol
Ok lol
I put my phone back in my pocket and turn around to walk back down the stairs. My brother, Koen, is coming up the stairs with more stuff. Mom and Dad are right behind him. They deposit more boxes of my stuff (clothes I think) and then turn around to walk back out to grab more stuff. I sigh and slump after them. Maybe I should consider bringing less stuff to college, but I’m sure that I packed only the essentials this year! I’m sure that I can find a use for ten dresses and twenty pairs of shoes. Honestly, I probably can. Although I probably don’t need that much stuff… Oh well!
