So, after a long time of debating and weighing options and consequences, I had finally decided that transferring colleges would be the best thing for me to do. One, I wasn't having a great time at my college and it was costing my family thousands of dollars and two, transferring to a college close to home meant I could save my family about $15,000. It wasn't really that hard of a choice at first. I don't go out to party and I don't have many friends, so I would miss that. The only thing, in fact, that I would really miss would be the Equestrian Team. Which, believe me, I almost would miss enough just to stay. But finally, after two or three weeks of debate, I put in a transfer application and sent in my transcripts. And I was happy about my decision.
Then, of course, that's when things started to pick up for me at the college I'm at now.
First, I started to make some really good friends. I got invited to dinner and movie nights. I started hanging out with people in my spare time. I laughed more in the past two weeks than I have all year long. I started thinking that maybe staying here wouldn't be so bad. I got to show in an IDA intro class, and I get to show again this weekend. And I realized that I'm definitely sacrificing some things that I could have going for me by transferring. It just goes to show that things can change, and fast, and never think that something bad is going to last forever, and remember that nothing ever ends cleanly. You're always going to leave something behind when you move forward.
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