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Sunday, August 30, 2015

When You're 19 and You Misplace Your Bunny

I moved back into university today, and it was a little complicated to say the least. I'm in the process of a direct swap-- that means, I found someone else that wants the dorm I'm assigned to. Basically, I moved my stuff into her assigned dorm but have to sleep in my assigned dorm until the paperwork processes. It's a pain.

The good news is, the dorm I'm moving into is really pretty. It's a brownstone with a beautiful front entry. My new roommate wasn't there so I got to pick my side of the room and move furniture around to my liking. I took the window--- I'll post pictures of my dorm once it's all prettied up. 

I had dinner tonight at an old family friend's house. When I was little we'd go there for Easter and Thanksgiving sometimes, and it was always lovely. I realised when I was there tonight that I got my old-fashioned hosting skills at least in part from this friend. She's really a lovely lady. I'm not sure how she makes hosting people look completely effortless, but I think it's because she genuinely enjoys it.  Whilst I was there, I got to meet the number-one fan of this blog! Another truly lovely lady with plenty of interesting opinions. Between those two, they've got me sorted. 

When I got back to my dorm (well, the soon-to-be-mine-one), I started unpacking a bit before repacking my backpack for my overnight stay in the other dorm. Then I realised I couldn't find my toy bunny. This bunny has been my travel companion and cuddly toy since I was very little. He's white and worn, and wears pink overalls because he's completely threadbare. And even though I'm nineteen, I sort of went into panic mode trying to find him. My parents (who helped me bring yet more stuff up to the room) snapped into "find the bunny" mode, which while they haven't done it in a couple of years, seemed to come back pretty naturally. 

Thankfully my bunny was already in my backpack and I was just being an airhead. But it made me remember that even though I'm moving into my second year in university and I'd like to believe that I'm a little bit older and wiser, I'm still young. 

Here's my bunny and his friend on my hotel bed in Sri Lanka. 


  1. Good luck with your second year! I brought my baby blanket with me to live at university as well. You don't realise quite how much of a security blanket things like that are! But,despite its age, I find my blanket to be thick enough to add a bit of warmth, and sometimes its good to bundle up and tuck under my arm when I'm sleeping so it makes perfect sense to keep it with me, haha!


    1. I didn't realise how attached I was to this bunny until I thought I lost him! But he sure makes a good pillow.

      Thanks for reading!

  2. Aww. What a cute post. I never had stuffed animals or an attachment to anything in particular as a child which I suppose is kind of weird and maybe a little sad because there can be so many memories attached to such things that give one comfort.

    Beauty Isles | An Island Girl's Beauty and Lifestyle Blog

    1. I'm glad you liked this post!

      Maybe it's better not to be so attached to one thing...

      Thanks for reading.


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