On Saturday work was rough on me. A new mailer had been sent the day before and we had a crazy amount of responses. People were actually on hold. For the first time at work I experienced people that were on hold. They were happy to speak with a human, angry because they waited for fifteen minutes, and thrilled to sign up for something that could give them seventy-five dollars. I bought lunch for almost the first time at work and guess what I didn't have time to eat it. I asked for brown rice and got fried rice but that was okay because I didn't even get to eat food at work. Time flew by because of all the work we had to do. Everything I wanted to do at work got postponed. We had a real job to do.That day it was brutally raining. So as I rushed inside my car I didn't realize that I didn't have my blue bag on me. It has a squirrel named Ferdinand on it. For the first time we were separated. This saddened me as I pulled out of work. I didn't feel like going back in the rain. As I walked up to my house I went to the mailbox I saw that there was a big envelope. I didn't care. I saw it, didn't check whom it was from and kept on walking. Inside my mom was on the couch. "Is that from Rowan?""I don't know; I didn't check yet.""Well, if it's not; tell me. It might be the new house insurance.""God, I don't know! I didn't check; I didn't even look at the label."I walked into the living room after putting my stuff down saw it was from Rowan, and read the words that I had been accepted into their theater department. There was no "ahhhhhhh" moment. My mother didn't hug me. She was sick, so she just said "yay!" That made me sad. I called my best friend; she said she was in Florida. We go to breakfast almost every Sunday and she couldn't spend two seconds to say, I'm going to Florida. I was hurt. There would be no celebrating my acceptance on a night like that Saturday. Nothing. It was so rainy and icky.Flash forward to today. I am visiting Brandon. He had a major meeting for his major proposal. As in to get the final word about his proposed major for linguistics. He had to leave at four so that meant hours he was away from me and I could get my work done in his room. Something weird hit me while he was in the meeting/getting dinner with his mentor that had been helping him through this process. This is what it is going to be like at Rowan next year. I will be alone in a room doing my work. This is what it is going to be like. I felt utterly alone (not really I could have went to dinner with his friends but I received the message far too late to go with them to the cafeteria, since it took me thirty minutes to try to figure out how to make coffee in his coffee machine. I was away from his phone during the text messages.) I wanted the solitude of being alone. That is something I want but is it more than I bargained for. I have approximately 23 days until I have to respond to Rowan. I know what my answer is. I mean I have the hunger for more, for something more. The experience that I will gain living away, learning away from home will be very helpful. Even the fact that I will be alone will help me in experience, but still that a whole lot of scariness there. Brandon got back pretty late. Something likes 7-8. That feeling of being alone passed quickly. We spoke about how the meeting went. His major passed the test and he would be graduating with his hand crafted linguistics major. Everything is happy. Now he is asleep and I am left with the hunger again, the hunger for more. Will this be my experience or will it be the more that I hunger for? I am so happy to get into Rowan but why didn't I get the chorus of angels singing as I got my acceptence, did I bargain for more than I asked, and will this hunger ever be satisfied?