>>So I guess this is it. The turning point in my life where I become an "adult" and begin taking care of myself and putting away my own dishes.
>>My mom and I have been collecting and buying and gathering my things for weeks preparing to move into my new dorm room. However, no matter how prepared I hoped to be, I always felt like I was forgetting something. Thursday night we threw all of my clothes into suitcases and boxes and loaded up the truck with all of my things.
>>After the truck was loaded Friday morning and before I made my final goodbyes, I checked my room. I still felt as though I had forgotten something I needed to bring with me. And as I stood in the doorway of my barren room, I realized that I would always feel like I was missing something. No matter how much of my stuff or how many necessities I planned to take to UT, this place would always be a huge part of my life. It was home. It was my family. And in leaving that empty room behind, I would always feel that I was missing something.
>>And then I saw my phone charger plugged into the wall. The notion that I had forgotten something was immediately replaced by a feeling of "Oh! That's what I was forgetting."
>>Stupid psychology.
your room really isn't that empty.... but it's hollow.
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