The mailbox incident

  I have always loved getting mail, including junk mail, any mail is great. I love opening the letters and packages addressed to me or not, at home I would open anything. For some reason the feeling of tearing open that letter that says "To Miss Kelsie Kreuzburg" and revealing the mystery of what is inside the slim envelope is exciting. At home to receive my mail it was simple, open my front door, walk down the driveway, open my mailbox and get the mail. Here at RU it’s a little more complicated, especially for me. You would think that a nineteen year old would be able to open a mailbox with a combination, however I cannot. More than once I have walked out of the mailroom empty handed knowing there is mail in my box, but I cannot open it. One day, after struggling with my combination for a while, I asked the girl behind the counter if she could help me with it because I was obviously doing something wrong. She sent someone out and I read the three numbers to him. It didn’t work. Again I read the numbers and he still couldn’t open the box.

“Are you sure those are your numbers?”

“Yeah I have the combination on my phone.”

“Okay. I’ll try again, it’s this box right?”

I thought to myself obviously, I’m not dumb, but I double checked just to make sure. It wasn’t the box, it was the one below it. I could feel my face getting red, after one try my box popped open and I received my mail, finally. I grabbed it and ran out. Since then getting my mail has improved but only slightly. I can now open my box but after five or six times, it is sad. I don’t feel too bad because I see some people struggling with opening the boxes but still I wish that I could open mine. Maybe by second semester I will be able to.

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Parents

I knew at one point homesickness would hit me. It felt weird to me that it has taken this long, maybe because I am still in shock or maybe because I am running around and doing so much work that I haven’t had the time to think about it. Either way the timing was just right. I miss my family, my friends, my dogs, all far away back at home in west palm where I left them a month ago. It’s strange to me being far from everything I have grown up with. I have never been away from my parents for a long time. I never went to sleep away camp. Even being away from my two sisters is starting to make me sad. I kind of miss them, maybe not the fighting, but its weird being away from them. Leaving my dogs was one thing I knew would be tough. Not seeing the three faces I have grown to absolutely adore when I open the door to my dorm is odd. The constant barking at inanimate objects is something that I don’t miss but that has been replaced by music and talking from girls on my dorm floor.

  Having to transition into a whole new environment is something strange and somewhat exciting. What is even more exciting is when you get you see your parents after a month without them. Last weekend was parent’s weekend. I had been looking forward to it since my parents dropped me off. I didn’t even have to question if they were going to make the thirteen hour drive from Lake Worth, Florida to Salem, Virginia, I knew that they have missed me as much as I have missed them. When I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel my parents were staying at and saw their faces as they ran to me, it felt as if I no time had passed since I had seen them last.

  We talked about the weather, what my sister were up to, how my dogs were and of course how school is. Seeing them made my homesickness disappear momentarily but now, a week after parent’s weekend, I miss them more than before. I am not going home for fall break, thirteen hours is too far of a drive for a week. The next time I see them will be winter break but I know that it will be great and it gives me something to look forward to. College is such a big change from high school and doing it without your parent’s takes getting used to but I think I have been doing okay.

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