I went to Target today to pick up a prescription like normal. I go there because it’s really close to my house and there are never any lines, plus you get pharmacy points. As soon as I walked into the doors, though, I knew that it was that time of year again. The time of year, when the stores are packed and the aisles are filled with cheap dorm “necessities,” and eager, yet nervous, parents buying far too many things for their bright eyed little freshman. The pharmacy wasn’t busy, but I was still needlessly uncomfortable because of the sheer number of people in the store. The students are back!
If you don’t live in a college town, then I don’t expect you to get this. Even if you do, students coming back into town for the new school year might not affect you that much. I live in a small town with a big 10 school. The summer is like paradise. I can leave for work and get there in 10 minutes, the stores are vacant, and I can go out to eat any night of the week and expect to be seated. The thing I hate most is having to dodge what I like to call “human squirrels.” Students with half a brain decide that it’s a good time to cross the street as traffic is barreling at them. Take a small city with a population of about 40,000 people. Now double it. I kid you not, it’s really that bad. I think all of us “townies” (and I use this word sort of as a joke because I will always be a student at heart) dread the two-week span when the students come flooding back into town.
One of those new students is my next door neighbor, apparently, and I have had so many awkward times with his father this weekend. He was very friendly, don’t get me wrong, but the dad kept wanting to introduce us and when he finally did, his son was awkward and obviously wasn’t interested in talking. I honestly feel very uncomfortable talking to people I don’t know. My boyfriend is much better at this and I think that’s why we are now friends with my other neighbor 🙂
Besides that, I’d like to think that this weekend has been productive. I cleaned the house thoroughly today and even did laundry. I’m preparing for my boyfriend to come home tomorrow. I am going in to work early and leaving early, so that I can pick him up at the airport, which is an hour away. It’s always exciting, yet somehow I’m nervous every time to see him. Even though we’ve practically spent every day together for the past six years, when he leaves and comes back it’s a totally different feeling. I can’t explain it. I’m actually nervous right now just thinking about it.