I’m leaving my “temporary” home

Five years ago I moved from Small Town USA to Bloomington, Indiana to attend Indiana University. In my naive mind, Bloomington was this massive city that was both absolutely terrifying and unequivocally mesmerizing at the same time. I was thrilled to move away and live the college lifestyle that I always envied in the movies. You know, party everyday and eventually graduate and receive an expensive piece of paper. Deep down I told myself that Bloomington and IU was my “temporary” home. I was going there for school and parties, nothing to it. Little did I know, I would experience some of life’s highest highs and lowest lows in this ol’ college town.

Now that my move-out date is quickly approaching, I’ve been reflecting on my time here and just the thought of saying goodbye¬†is making my heart heavy. I’ve watched some of my closest friends come and go and now that it’s my turn, I’m not mentally prepared.

I never thought this would be the place where I would fall in love, meet my forever friends, or experience how adult life REALLY works. (I still wouldn’t wish adulting on anyone.)

But this is that place. I did fall in love; with my neighbor right across the street to be exact. I did meet my forever friends and I even got the chance to live with them and make so many extraordinary memories along the way. And yes, it IS the place where I learned that I have to bust my ass to get what I want. Even if it was a degree in journalism that I’m struggling with daily to find a decent job. (Not to discourage anyone from pursuing their dream of being a journalist. I’m fine, I promise.)

Bloomington is where I became the woman that I am today. This town and the people I’ve met have shaped me into a selfless, understanding, loving, passionate soul. Yes, I’ve had my rough patches, more than I would like to admit, but the good times outweigh the bad tremendously.

So, with that being said, I look forward to coming back and visiting. I can’t wait to drive past the apartments and houses that I have lived in to reminisce on the one too many beer bong races that I WON on the doorsteps. I can’t wait to pass the bars and have a flood of memories come over me. And I cannot wait to come back and stand in front of those sample gates and be thankful for accomplishing something that not many people get the opportunity to accomplish.

Bloomington will always hold such a special place in my heart. I never knew I would get so attached, but damn I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t trade these past five years for anything in the world.

Thank you, B-Town. It’s been real.

Real. Fun.Sample Gates

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