There is a lot about London I did not expect.
The size of my dorm room, the cost of living I didn’t realize would be so high, the weird water pressure in the shower. More serious things, too, like the loneliness you inevitably feel when you move to a new country alone.
I’m guilty of building up expectations and then being upset when they go unfulfilled. Sometimes we muddle expectations with fact; we are so convinced by the assumptions we’ve made that we forget they can be so easily crumpled.
College is often the breeding ground for cultivating an expectancy for the expected. We have our routines; we wake up, we go to class, we do our homework, we use our two minutes of free time a day wisely, and then we do it all over again. In the day-to-day of college and work, there aren’t really significant moments of unexpected.
It’s during major transitions — the new year, a new semester, studying abroad — that we amp up our expectancies for the future. And while goals are important, they sometimes evaporate in the space between the stellar expectations we set for ourselves and the reality that often plays out.