Dear diary,Â
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They say home is where the heart is.Â
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But, what if your heart lives in a different home, a second home, a home away from home. My home is at the University of Scranton. There, lives my heart and my soul. I know it’s cliché. But, it’s true. Pardon my French, but quarantine sucks.
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My first year of college, I commuted. I already survived the homework at home phase of my life. But, here I am again, sitting in my child room bedroom (slightly miserable) doing my homework and well, you guessed- writing this article. I begged my parents for months to let me move on campus and now I’m back home. The irony!Â
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Switching my housing status from commuter to resident, it was really a confidence boost and it was a happiness boost. It’s funny how such a small lifestyle change could really impact your life forever. I remember ripping that commuter sticker off the bumper of my car. It felt good. It felt like freedom and adulthood. Gosh, my tone is really dramatic today. Sorry not sorry.
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But, anyway, back to the point of this article. My days are boring… with a capital B. Yet, I strive for routine with a teaspoon of imagination. Some days my bedroom is a classroom, while other days it is a yoga studio. Some days it is a beauty salon, while other days it is a movie theater. At times it’s frustrating, but it is an escape from reality.Â
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I dabble in cooking. To be honest, I’m not bad. I really should work on my presentation though- it’s pretty rough. Food is food, right?
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I clean. I clean my room. Fun fact- I just ordered a new carpet (snow leopard print). I might as well spruce up my room if I’m going to be here awhile.Â
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I work out. Funny story. I have dumbbells on my floor. Oh, don’t worry it gets funnier. The other night I woke up, ran to the bathroom, and while I was running. Well you can take a guess. I fell. I faceplanted into the hardwood floor because I didn’t see the stupid dumb bells on the floor. I mean who would, it was pitch black. But I guess the bigger question, that you’re all thinking is- who leaves dumbbells on the floor… on the center of the floor? Me!
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I online shop. Oh boy, I online shop like it’s an Olympic sport. Every morning, when I wake up, I even check to see what shops are having sales. I know. It’s an obsession.Â
Well, see you tomorrow diary! Sleep tight.
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I’m going to bed.Â
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Just kidding. I’m going to binge Netflix for a few more hours.Â
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Peace out.Â
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