A photo of Lexi's cute white puppy staring into the camera
Sometimes leaving my puppy is the hardest part!

In one of my very first parent-teacher conferences in elementary school, my teacher informed my mom that I had some trouble with transitions. This hasn’t been something that has changed much. From leaving the beach after a fun day to something more drastic like moving houses, I have never liked change.

College is a huge transition. I found that even more difficult for me than adjusting to my new life here was leaving my new life, returning to my home to my family over breaks and then having to come back and adjust all over again during my first year at Conn. The brief breaks, like Fall Break or Thanksgiving Break, which are only about five days, were particularly tricky for me. As soon as I felt settled back into my house, unpacked my clothes and established a routine, it was time for me to return to school. This was a struggle for me last year. However, this sadness of leaving home for Conn didn’t last forever.

Part of the difficulty is realizing that being home now isn’t the same as it was in high school. I find it much less productive, having no desire to touch my work, but also there is much less to do too. When I do get these breaks all you want to do is rest. This is part of what makes these brief trips home so exciting for me now. When I returned to Conn after the summer to start my sophomore year, it felt like I had returned from just a brief break. Of course, it was strange living in a different building on campus, but beside that I felt nothing had changed. Two months later when I returned home for Fall Break, adjusting to my home routine was much easier. After a couple days of remembering what it’s like to be bossed around, told to make my bed and wake up at a normal time, I know I’m ready to head back to school. This is all part of the transition, something I’ve gotten more comfortable with and part of what makes me excited to travel home to Conn. I suppose this cycle will continue until graduation. My visits home to Dartmouth, Massachusetts, will grow shorter and shorter until I’m ready to call a new adventure home.