"Are you excited for college?"

I have been asked that question by numerous, well-meaning people, and there's actually nothing inherently wrong with such a question. I just don't have a straight answer for the people that ask me this question, and I'm sure most of them understand that. I have so many thoughts running through my head about college, some big, some small. I'm one to plan, and by plan I mean plan. I have pored over the NWMSU website, learning and researching.
I have. . .
-Learned about every church in Maryville, and narrowed my list to about 3 or 4 good possibilities
           -Looked on Google Maps to see how far each church is from campus
-Looked up my professors
-Looked up as much information as I can about Marching Band Camp (they need to update it for this year!)
-Researched about the best things to have for college, and the most overrated things, too
-Gone through all of my class materials from last year, narrowing things down so they can be useful to me this year.
-Researched/read about healthy habits and learning strategies

Along with all of this research, I've also had lots of questions and thoughts run through my head.
-I hope my roommate and I will get along well.
-I hope marching band is fun and not just torture.
-It will be fun to perform with the marching band!
-They need to post room assignments soon right now!
-If I'm a sobbing mess and I want to call my mom, where will I go to be by myself?
-Homesickness is awful!
-I don't want to get athlete's foot from the showers! (Seriously guys, so many random thoughts!)
-I hope I find a church that is a good fit!
-I can't just go see my family.
-I can combat the Freshman 15. Marching band is a workout!
-I hope I can start new, helpful study habits.
-I don't want to grow apart from the close friends I have here!

And the list goes on. . .and on. . . I have been praying about so many things, and it all comes down to trusting that God's already got it planned out. It's hard going into something partially blind, but it will work out okay.

I guess the who point of this rambling mess is to say, I don't quite know how to feel about college. Sure, there's the independence, but there's also the feeling of wanting your parents sleeping in the room down the hall in case you need anything. There's the new classes and the new friends, but there's also the close friends from High School and the teachers I have come to love. There's a new roommate, and then there's Kelli, my roommate of forever.

But
There's God, and he's the same wherever I go.