Moving Day Short Story

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Moving Day The thought of this new adventure caused the feeling of butterflies to swirl in the pit of my stomach, but also the feeling of excitement was beginning to build up. Tomorrow was the big day! The bright rays of the sun began to shine through my curtains and the birds were chirping outside. It was morning and I was still lying in my warm and cozy bed, prolonging the last few moments that I would lay in it for months. I was about to embark on one of the biggest and life defining moments of my life…College. We had packed all of my stuff the night before, and all I had left to do that morning was to get dressed in the comfiest clothes that I owned because we had a long ride in front of us. By the time all of us were ready to leave the sun was shining bright and my father, mother, brother, and I were all piling into my moms blue Toyota Highlander, ready to embark on this adventure. The ride to Saint Anselm College is only an hour and a half long, and I felt every minute of it. The vibration of the road below my feet, the pounding of the speaker by my side, and the swirling of nerves in the pit of my stomach. The windows were down and the warm air …show more content…

We had to wait in line for what seems like hours before we could begin moving my stuff into my new home, for the school year. The long wait only caused the swirling in my stomach to increase. The line slowly moved forward until it was finally our turn. As we pulled up in front of the dorm there was loud cheering and people screaming. We had finally arrived. It was official. I was now a college student. The rest of the day seemed to go pretty smoothly. We successfully got my tons of stuff into my new dorm room. In record time we have my possessions unpacked. My side of the room was cozy and warm. After we finish unpacking, we head through the beautiful green and hilly campus towards the

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