Right now, it\’s 11 pm and I am sitting in a computing cluster ON CAMPUS, writing from my laptop. I had taken a $50 taxifare (including tip) to the house. Dragged three pieces of luggage (50 pounds each), a desktop and my backpack from the West Coast. Then a professor that my neighbor\’s friend knew deliver two boxes. This is supposed to be a new beginning for me, but when is it going to start?

I always wanted to start a blog entry with the word \”And in a drunken stupor…\”, but we all know that won\’t happen. Instead, I woke up today at 5 am in a dead state. I had indulged in staying up late and only got only 3 hours of sleep. As I ran around my room trying to find anything I wanted to bring, I realized…that I won\’t be home for more than 4 months.

During welcome week in Berkeley, I only showed up during move-in day to drop off my stuff and claim a bed. I immediately went home after the hall ass meeting, thinking that it was unneeded. Maybe that was one of my regrets. As a result the following four years, I almost went home every weekend. My reasons always ranged from \”nothing to do in Berkeley\” or \”better sleep at home\”. But that made me take my parents and home for granted. My apartments in Berkeley were always half-moved in. Everything that I needed to \”live\” was at both places. And so now, I have 3 boxes (50+ pounds each – yes I brought my dell speakers), one desktop computer, my backpack, and two boxes I had brought earlier to Pittsburgh. All this…to start anew on the opposite coast. I am attending the entire orientation week, starting this Monday. And I want to do CMU right, with no regrets. Learn the best as I can, do the well as I can…and finally experience life to the fullest. We\’ll see what I will be saying in 2 years though., because I am sure 4 years ago I was saying \”this sucks, i wanna go home\”.