I'm here. Finally. After 3 years of.. god know what. I made it to Rochester.
How do I feel? Homesick
Homesick for what? My bedroom? Maybe. My mother? Probably. My boyfriend? Definitely.
My roommate is cool, and the people on the floor seem pretty cool to. Kelly is my roommates name, and her and I are the oldest people on the floor. Everyone else is a freshman. That's okay though.
Dinner was interesting.. it was strange to eat dinner with people from all different parts of the country and deaf people.. pretty much 3/4 of the student body knows sign language. That's where everyone is right now.. off learning sign language I guess. I opted out due to exhaustion.
I'm already contemplating going home.. but I figure I should go to my classes first. It's not miserable here... I just miss familiarity.