I worked at Hickory Hams to stash away every dollar I could. I color coordinated every detail of my dorm room with my roommate, a girl I knew from high school. I made huge poster frames filled with pictures from high school and I bought a coffee pot. I packed new pajamas and contraband candles and bought cases of diet coke.
In August, we loaded the truck and the van with too much stuff and made our way to Greensboro. My mom and dad, 3 brothers and my boyfriend, all helped to move me into Weil-Winfield: a dorm from the turn of the century, with high ceilings and no central heating and air, and beautiful beyond words.
I was home and I didn’t even know it yet.
My roommate and I became fast friends and we ate Pizza Hut bread sticks and Chick-Fil-A waffle fries every night of the week. We hoarded jelly bellies and she ate Lance’s Wheat and Cheese Crackers dipped in Mott’s applesauce and we used a lot of Bath and Body Works products.
We decorated our door room and made a living room beside our loft beds and we had fun laughing and trying to figure out who we were.
Our roommates across the hall became great friends and we listened to the Dave Matthews Band morning and night.
We went to all of the college meet-n-greets and tried to figure out where we belonged.
I chose Alpha Delta Pi and she wondered what would happen to us if one of us got in and the other didn’t.
I went to the first parties of the year and played the part of the perfect sorority girl, but deep down in my soul, Jesus was stirring up feelings that I had forgotten existed.
I went to the Baptist Student Union’s Quaziness in the Quad…. lame beyond words and yet, this 18 year old girl walked across the lawn to meet some people that had met Jesus and she knew that she wanted what they had.
And that same girl quietly walked home and crawled into bed and wondered about who she was and who she was going to be.