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.