This is why I transferred

In case this wasn’t obvious, or you just flat out didn’t know, I’ve transferred schools recently. The university I was previously attending versus the school I’m currently at are two completely different experiences. Yet everyone keeps asking how I like the current one and if I like it better. Look, I don’t know. I should’ve anticipated being asked that. I guess I could’ve just never said I’m a transfer student, except people would’ve thought I was really stupid, being a junior and not knowing where anything is.

It’s really awkward when people ask me if I like it better. First of all, the two schools are like apples and oranges. Secondly, I feel obligated to say I like the second better because I made the decision to transfer. But it’s not the school’s that are different. It’s me that’s different. If you asked me when I started college if I would have ever transferred I would’ve said no. Then life got in the way and I had to do what was best for me. So I just want people to keep in mind that if a person transfers it’s not because “I was failing out.” That didn’t happen at all. In fact I did really well academically at my first school.

So why did I transfer? Long story short, I wasn't happy. Again, it wasn't the school, it was the circumstances. It was the time and place. I could've been anywhere in the world in that year and some-odd months and I would've been blatantly miserable. I needed time and perspective to figure out life. So I transferred as a sort of restart or fresh beginning. I know that won't make sense to most people, but it's the way it is. And did I figure out life? No, but at least I'm way less miserable. 

I've been busy still trying to get adjusted and so that's why my posts have been hit or miss. Thank you to everyone who has continued to support my writing aspirations as well as my school choices. To reward you for being loyal, here's a GIF of creepy horse, Secretariat, from the Late Late Show.