Home is where the hawks are
It’s Saturday night and I’m currently in my dorm room, listening to the new Beach House album, doing my homework for Tuesday (does that make me lame?) [nerds are hip, right?].
Recently, in my Civic Media class in the Communications department, we had discussed social capital and whether it had been declining or not and also digital media’s role in this decline or incline. Then, when I went to do my Sociology of Migration homework that same night, I started reading the assigned book, which had started to discuss social capital and its relationship to Migration-Trust Networks.
As Dorothy realized in the Wizard of Oz, there is no place like home. Your hometown will always be there for you to go back to. However, once you move to Hawk Hill, you will find a new family and a new home. Nine months out of the year that I am on campus, I consider my dorm room home. I started to call my dorm room home after I personalized it to make it unique.
Let me make one thing clear:
There is NEVER a convenient time to say goodbye to your friends, pack up your belongings, and start all over at a new school. No matter what time of the year you decide to transfer, you are going to feel like an outsider when you arrive at your new destination. Having recently gone through the transfer process, I can personally attest to feeling lonely, scared, nervous, and mad at myself for leaving my comfortable life at my previous university to begin again at a new school where everything seemed so foreign.
Recognizing that the college I envisioned myself graduating from is not actually the best fit for me was a hard realization to come to.