Moving to a New Life
I stand on the corner of Elm Avenue and Main Street by me, watching16 my parents walk away and feeling nothing but apprehension about adjusting to this new town. I try not to show the passersby just how scared I really am, but it's not possible. My tears start to flow, and I quickly run to my new, cold,17 bedroom.
I know I am making a complete spectacle of18 myself, but I can't help it. I am an only child whom has19 never been more than 30 minutes away from her parents, yet here I am, on the other side of the country, moving in to my new college dorm. We all want to take responsibility for one's own lives.20 I just never realized that in order to do so, I would have to leave my family. No longer will I wake up to Mom's Sunday breakfast of non-pasteurized milk, and fresh orange juice, fluffy21 scrambled eggs and crisp bacon. I'll have to tackle the daily crossword puzzle on my own, without Dad's carefully veiled hints. Everything is gone.
Can anyone understand what I'm going through?
As I lie crying into my pillow, hearing23 the door to the dorm suite open. It must be one of my two roommates. I quickly stop crying-I couldn't stand the embarrassment if she knew her new roommate was an emotional wreck!
Being full of surprise,25 I hear her crying as she runs to her room. Curiosity overwhelming me and I26 tiptoe through the common room to her still-open door.
I stand in the doorway for merely a second before she reacts. Slowly,27 her face jolts up, and her sudden shock at my appearance is clearly written on her face. "Are you okay?" I quietly ask. "I'm sorry," she stammers.28 "I thought I was alone. I know this must seem very childish to you. I'm just very close to my younger sister, and saying goodbye to her just now.â¦" Her sentence trails off as she turns her face away from me. "I remember when she was born."29
"I completely understand," I say, and I really do. "Maybe we can help each other get used to this new college life."