When I tell people that the reason I transferred universities was because I “loved my old school too much” I often receive very puzzled looks. I decided during my sophomore year at Northeastern University to apply to transfer. Choosing to put myself out there and apply to other schools was hard, but when acceptances rolled out, and I was faced with the option of leaving my university, I had no idea what to do. In the end, I did decide to transfer to Georgetown University in Washington D.C., and I am so glad that I did.

When I say that I “loved my old school too much,” I definitely mean it. My experiences were enriching, I met some phenomenal people, and I was able to establish myself with a positive reputation. I did well in my classes, had a position as the leader of a research team, was connected with my professors, and had a part-time job. To any college student, it may seem like I had it all- but internally, that was not the case. Growing up in central Massachusetts, Boston was the big city that I knew, and it had my heart and soul. I loved being surrounded by the innovative culture and active student life. However, after interning in Washington D.C. the summer after my freshman year, I had discovered that there was so much more to the world than just the little corner that I happened to know. I was almost too comfortable with where I stood and wanted to challenge myself in a new way and continue to explore the world.

Being a transfer student is never easy, and I knew that transitioning to a new place during my junior year of college would be exhausting. I would need to make new friends, establish a new schedule, get acclimated to a new city, join new clubs, and meet completely new professors -- but somehow everything worked out in my favor. I am lucky enough to say that I am now happily surrounded by an amazing group of students and professors, a new academic environment, and a vibrant new city and I will never look back on my decision to transfer as a negative one.