If all you other on-campus residents are anything like me, you absolutely cannot wait to move off campus and get a little more freedom.
So long, dorm life. It’s not me, it’s you.
Well, maybe it’s me too — I guess I wasn't built for your disgusting bathrooms, noisy halls and cramped quarters.
The minute I signed my lease to live in a house next year, the celebration countdown began.
Suddenly, all that boring stuff you hated as a kid is thrilling.
You see a whole new side of yourself as you channel your inner HGTV interior designer and browse through every store shopping for furniture and appliances.
I mean, I got a bed and a recliner for Christmas and I was stoked — I guess this is adulthood.
As I eagerly count the seconds until I move into my humble abode in June, I can only dream about that first legen – wait for it – dary night in the crib.
