Even though I am a rising junior and have moved in and out of two dorm rooms, I have never gone it alone. My parents have always been able to help me and, to be quiet honest, I don’t think I have ever done more than two trips from the car to my room. However, after my parents had already helped me move into my summer housing in the beginning of August, I insisted I could handle the move into my fall housing alone. The process started last Thursday night as I packed up my room and moved my belongings to my car so that on Friday morning (when I was able to get the keys to my new room) I could move as quickly as possible.

I was feeling pretty confident Thursday night after packing up my car. Almost everything was out of my room and it wasn’t too painful of a process because a Public Safety officer told me to drive up on the sidewalk next to the building so I wouldn’t have to walk as far (NOTE: not advisable for mass move in days or really any time without the express consent of Officer Paul). Kendall, on the other hand (former-coworker, remaining friend) was having some trouble as evidenced by the picture below.

To say the least, Friday slightly dampened my confidence that I would ever again insist I was okay moving alone. It was definitely hotter and, no longer without a friendly pub-safe officer guiding me, I had to park pretty far from the building I was moving into (Painter Hall- oldest college dorm in Vermont!). This being said, after finally moving into my room and sending pictures to my room mate of our future home, I felt extremely accomplished and treated myself to a lovely dinner at Flatbread- my favorite restaurant in Middlebury.

Undecorated but (almost) unpacked!