After I graduated high school I wanted nothing more than to leave my home town in Southern California and move very very far away. Since I was too nervous to move all the way across the country I decided San Francisco was good enough. I moved into on campus housing into a little one bedroom apartment in what was called "The Towers" on San Francisco State University's campus.
The Towers were the tallest building on campus that had 15 floors of one and two bedroom apartments. I moved in to a one bedroom with another girl named Alexa. On move in day I was so excited, until I found every inch of our apartment walls covered in boogers which me and my mom spent the entire day scrubbing. I also had a broken window that didn't get fixed for over a month, so I had a big piece of cardboard taped over it making me feel like I was in jail. Many other disgusting objects were also found that day and I should have realized it was a warning to what it would be like living there for a year.
I never had any problems with my roommate and we are still very good friends, however dorm life was just not for me. With fire alarms going off at least once a week at 2 in the morning and people smoking cigarettes right outside my window every second of the day I started to look forward to going home. People would blast rap music at 8 in the morning and never turn it off and not having an oven to cook in was really tough when it came to my sweet tooth and wanting to bake cookies.
And of course just like almost every other college student I was always sick and also got mono from living in the dorms. Our place was so gross and didn't feel homey at all that me and my roommate never even bothered to decorate. We literally slept in there and that was it. After a year I decided to move home because dorm life as well as the entire city of San Francisco was far from what I imagined it would be.