Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 120

Today is a good day.

It's one of the best days I can remember, well, maybe only second to Kent's visit two weeks ago.

I'm going home today, and I couldn't be happier. Everything is packed, and I finally get a break from my constant stream of work. Our group's research findings got published in a journal, and we all received partial credit for our work.

After Dr. Elliot found out about Adrian, he got removed from our group, which everyone was pleased about. He was genuinely useless to our team, and I was happy not to be hit on every day.

I've put in a lot of work over the past month, and it really paid off. I was almost ready to go back home because I knew that even working at the pool and doing my schoolwork, I'd still be happier and way less stressed than I am here.

And the best thing waiting for me at home is Kent. He's my boyfriend, someone I love and who loves me.

We've fixed virtually every problem we had. He's way more vulnerable with me now, way better at talking about difficult things. I missed him terribly when he left two weeks ago; he had to go back to meet with his professor the next morning, and I wished he could have stayed longer, even if the two of us didn't really fit comfortably in my bed.

I've got all my bags packed up, my student card is deactivated, and I'm waiting outside my dorm building for my Uber to the airport.

I've really enjoyed my time at Northwestern. It's incredibly beautiful here, and most people have been nice, including Thea, the girl I met in the bathroom at that mixer. She and her boyfriend were really nice, and I have her information to stay in touch once I leave.

There were tough moments, and many nights I wanted to quit and go home, but I didn't. I pushed through and made it to the end, and now my undergraduate resume couldn't look better. I'm meant to do this; my brain loves it, and one day it'll be way less challenging than this.

I help the Uber driver load my bags into the trunk, and I can't wait to get away from my lousy twin bed, meal hall food, and the germs in this place.

I'm headed home, and I don't really want to leave again. I want to stay at Brown for my master's. I've applied, and now I just have to wait and see what they say.

Once I'm at the airport, I tag and weigh my bags, sending them off to be loaded onto the plane. Then I take my carry-on and purse, walking to the security line.

I always seem to stress out here, like I forgot I packed a knife or a pound of cocaine. But I move through pretty easily. The airport isn't too busy right now; I guess most people don't take flights at the end of January. Once I'm out the other side, I repack my stuff and head up to my gate. The airport is big, and I've never flown alone before coming here for the first time. But surprisingly, everything goes well, and I take a seat at my gate, pulling out my phone.

I said goodbye to everyone yesterday because I had so much to do to get ready today. I'll land back home around 3 PM, and I can't wait to crawl back into my own bed.

My phone buzzes, and a text from Kent pops up on the screen.

**KENT [11:41 AM]**

*Are you already at the airport?*

**ME [11:41 AM]**

*I just got to my gate; boarding's in about five minutes.*

He had texted me a few times this morning too. I could tell he was excited for me to come back. I was excited too.

**KENT [11:42 AM]**

*Are you still landing around 3:15ish?*

**ME [11:42 AM]**

*Yep! Excited to see you