I have gotten to that point of the year
abroad that everyone tells you will come, but at the beginning you don’t
believe. I really don’t want to leave…
I have a bubble. My little,
year abroad experience, bubble. Sure, I have problems here, things
are not always easy, but through those gruelling experiences, the bitchy
people, the homesickness etc. comes a closeness to people who you’d never have
met without being here. I have made such wonderful friends from all over
the world, and I don’t want to stop seeing them. Of course I have my
own friends back home, whom I love to pieces, but they can’t understand fully
just how hard and intense this year is, whereas the people I know here
appreciate exactly what is going on.
I wrote this a few months ago, and
since then my mind has changed a little. Now, whilst I'm going to miss
(almost) everything here, and whilst I'm lucky to not be homesick, I
am not desperate to stay. I am ready to go home when the time comes in
just under two months, because even if I was here everyone that I know would be
leaving.
Some of my friends from here are
staying on in Spain, and hopefully this means that a few American voices will
be coming to Glenboig. But I have to move on, graduate and then if I want
I can do something like this again in the future. Especially that I
now know that I can do it.
The rest of my time will fly in, and as
long as I make the most of it then I will be happy to leave. And I know
that the memories I have made will last forever.
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