The walls of my room in Chico differ from the walls of my room in the house I grew up in. Those walls are bare, with little to show of who I am. Since moving to Chico for school, I have abandoned the walls of my “other” room and moved forward these four walls instead. These are the ones that accurately represent my current life, rather than the life I lived as a teenager in high school who wore dirty, beat-up tennis shoes and T-shirts with band names on them every day.
Tomorrow, school starts on the Chico State campus, and I won’t be hopping on my bike and riding down Ivy Street alongside droves of other college students to get to Tehama Hall 107, or whatever room my first class would happen to be in. I’m still back in the Bay Area, and instead, I’ll be […]