It’s still taking a long time to realize that my staff isn’t a staff anymore. Last year there was a huge finality to it. I cried a little, but it was over and I was home—there was a beginning and an end.
Now, 3/4 of us are summer RAs, and the 4th one is around…but we won’t get to see her for a while.
The craziest part is that even though my old building is a summer building, I don’t live there anymore. I never EVER thought I’d be sad to move out of this residence hall—it’s occupied 365 days a year and it’s LOUD—especially since it meant I would be moving to an emptier, quieter room that’s closer to everything.
Well, closer to everything except my old staff, my friends, and the only constant support system I have now that the school year is over and we’re on a mostly empty campus.
The room they put me in temporarily is tiny. It has its own bathroom, which is cool, but I barely use it since I don’t have soap or toilet paper yet. Woe is me, I know, but it feels so cold and all my stuff is shoved into various garbage bags because why bother when I’m going to have to move in a few days anyway? I haven’t had a chance to talk to my “new” RD to find out when I will be moving to my permanent room for the summer/fall.
My campus existence is really weird because I still go to my old hall—my home for the last two years—to cook and hang out with my staff, but when we decide to go to bed, I have to walk across campus while they just go upstairs.
Res Life is so temporary, and RAs are transient beings.
I long for permanence and stability. Stupid livelihood dependent on other people.
