One week down, a billion to go

Today wraps up the first week of my adventure. It seems like much more time has passed... I'm trying to decide if that's a good sign. I feel so at home that it's like I've been here all along? Sure. Sounds good.

I've only been lost on campus once. I've met dozens of new people, two of which I had an instant connection with, and credit God with putting right beside me. I've had lots of laughs with my roommate. Our clan of cats are officially best friends. I recovered from my shin splints. I made history by going a week of classes without dropping one. And I don't think I've gained any weight (yet), despite my college student diet, consisting of frozen burritos, cheese pizza, mac and cheese, and ramen noodles. I even faced my fears and used the meat slicer of death at work. Look at that thing... it's pretty intense.


No breakdowns, no crying. (Although if I'm being honest I have to admit to venting my frustration at my mom a time or two. Sorry about that.)

One week down and I'm starting to feel a little invinceable.