The day I moved in to college, I looked around my room. The room that had been with me since 6th grade. The walls that had gone from "Fiesta Pink" to collages of shopping bags to billions of pictures to their current state: a calm, mature, mint green. I thought of how much I had gone through in that one room. I had made countless videos with Katie, had my first sleepover with Kelly, spent my first night with 6-week-old Charlie, cried my eyes out when I didn't make cheer, cried my eyes out through a break-up my sophomore year, pulled all-nighters, kicked out the window, agreed to be Callen's girlfriend, discovered more about God through Bible Study, cried when I got accepted to UT and, finally, packed up my dearest belongings for my new dorm. All in that one room. It's weird not living there anymore. But this new place is where I need to be, and I am in love with it.
Warning: Embarrassing pictures ahead.
