As soon as I arrived at the San Diego International (SAN) airport, it hit me. I was going be away from my mother for the first time. I had mixed feelings whether I truly wanted to attend a school, such as American University, that is 2,280 miles away from home.
Here you see my mother and my god-mother who accompanied me and dropped me off.
I remember that we arrived at BWI airport in a humid and warm morning. My mother rented a car and drove us to DC. I felt the sweat around my body every time we walked around Georgetown. Was I going to tolerate this humid weather for the rest of summer? Maybe I am over thinking, I thought…
The last day after my mother and my god-mother left, I left into pieces. My mother gave me a kiss and off she went to the airport. I didn’t want to say much because I didn’t want to get emotional. I opened my door to my dorm and started crying with my roommate who was very supportive. Actually, thanks to her I had an amazing college experience with no “roommate problems.”
That same day, I started searching on colleges back home and when it was the time to submit transfer applications. Was I going to make friends? Was I going to get along with my neighbors?
Well I was wrong. After one week or two I adapted being in college far away from home. My neighboring peers were very friendly with each other and each of us supported one another. I made friends with people who were passionate and liked the same things as I did. Slowly I realized that I was very dependent on my parents and now I had to do everything on my own.