that one weekend where i was actually social

Wanna know where my favorite place on campus is?

my room.

I know that sounds really unenthusiastic, but let me explain. I'm still getting used to things here, and being able to walk around in pj shorts is a limited luxury. Plus, my room is cute! So while I love seeing my new friends, nothing compares to my bed + netflix.

However, I occasionally get out and do fun  (social) stuff. I figured I should document it just in case mom asks what I've been doing for the past seven weeks when I come home for break.

 Every year, one of the households on campus hosts a 50's themed swing dance/sock hop. Me, my roomie Christine, and Emma from down the hall thought we'd go check it out and ohmygosh it was SO much fun. Everything was retro'd out from the music to the outfits and the food. I missed my dance partner (sad face) but I learned some cool moves to teach him :)

We're cute. 

I will admit, I got a little crazy with the mom dancing. Four weeks of stress and homesickness were relieved and it felt *awesome.* Because of my oldies childhood, I knew the words to pretty much every song they played...so thank you daddy :) 

 Then, the next morning, we drove an hour into Naples for a Sunday on the beach, and finished it off with Panera. Funny how I didn't go to the beach *once* over the summer, but a month into school I plan on hitting the beach as much as possible...

This Michigan girl totally forgot that not all water is fresh...heh heh heh.

sunbathed, waded, met a sand dollar named Tommy....good times.

I'm supposed to be studying for two exams right now...but I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm not a total shut in (except that last night I skipped out on more swing dancing for a New Girl marathon...)

By the way, it's the first day of Fall, so...YAY! And here I am posting beach pics. *insert cry laugh emoji*

xoxo, Kate

New Adventures

I've officially survived not one, not two, but three weeks of college.

It's still kinda sinking in.

It's been every bit as hard as I thought it would be. Not academically, per se. Emotionally. Mentally. Literally everything about my life has changed. If I want breakfast, I have to wake up before nine and walk ten minutes to get it. I have to make sure I'm getting out and socializing enough, but not too much. I have to email important adults and schedule meetings instead of ignoring the problem or asking dad to do it for me. For the first time in my life I've been hungry with no food to eat. And I don't mean "no food" as in nothing looks tasty. I literally mean NO. food.

Growing up is hard! But microwave mac & cheese and listening to Ben Rector helps. 

 In all honesty, the first week was awful. There wasn't a second where I didn't want to pack up and go home. I felt like that week would never end. It wasn't until this Monday when I actually felt like I might be able to do this. I keep reminding myself that four years ago, my anxiety was so severe that I didn't even think college was an option...There was no way I would've lasted a second. And yet here I am, living 1,423 miles away from home. I'm doing it. 

last week was much easier, and definitely faster. That being said, I still miss home like the dickens. Every day I wake up and cry internally over the fact that I'm going to miss all the pumpkin flavored things and turning leaves and crisp chilly weather. You can take the girl out of Michigan, but you can't take the Michigan out of the girl. Luckily I'm coming home for fall break at the end of October, so I'll be able to binge on cider and donuts for a couple days. #givemealltheautumyouhave

my dorm--third floor JP II 

All in all, there's some amazing people. It really is a wonderful place, and I've already learned so much. It's hot, but beautiful. And it usually only rains once a day. But it's still nice most of the time ;)

xoxo, kate