By Nikki Darling, TSB Staff
You are two weeks into college, only two weeks away from home, and suddenly it’s as if you were never there.
What was once a relaxing haven to relax after a long day of school or work suddenly becomes mom’s new office or the new TV room or the new storage space where the rest of the family throws their crap when they don’t want it in their rooms anymore. The bed is now a table top for folding laundry and where the dresser was is now a wall full of half packed boxes and garbage bags filled with old clothes.
So, when you return home after going to college, do not be surprised one bit if your room is suddenly redecorated. I made the mistake of assuming it was always going to stay the same.
It was one year ago, almost to the day. I had just started my freshman year of college and decided to come home for a weekend. As much as I simply adored my tiny and dusty dorm room, I was looking forward to crawling into my bed, in my room, with all of my furniture. After a long drive home, all I wanted was to relax. I walked in the door to be greeted by my family and pets. I walked straight upstairs in the hopes of plopping down on my bed to discover that my furniture was indeed not in my room but scattered amongst the upstairs.
My desk was in the game room, my dresser in my brother’s room, my bed was in the hallway and what did my room look like exactly? Well I can tell you that the bright green walls and blue ceiling were no longer existent, but had been covered up with a fresh coat of boring, aka builder’s beige. I stood in the middle of freshly boring room with my mouth open slowly gaining a headache from the paint fumes. This was not okay. Luckily my bed and other pieces of furniture were eventually put back into my room so I had a place to sleep when I did return home, but it was never the same. Granted, I hated those bright green walls and blue ceiling. I had the hippest room in middle school, but I had grown too old for that nonsense.
But it was official; I had moved out and was on my own. No more green walls, no more bright ceiling, no more rainbow bedspread or purple curtains, but something rather neutral and grown up. And don’t forget the shared family storage space in my closet. At least it wasn’t turned into my dad’s man cave … yet.
From personal experience, I can say that once you choose to leave you can’t count on ever fully coming back. So, my fellow college students, I leave you with this: do not be surprised to come home to a mini bar where your room used to be. And parents, I tell you this: a heads up is always appreciated.
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Nikki Darling attends the University of North Texas. Read her thoughts, and those of fellow College Corner columnist Christine Baker, on a regular basis on TSB.