When you start thinking about being an exchange student,
everyone tells you how hard it is going to be to go to a new country that has a
different language, to stay away from your parents for such long time, and to
deal with the cultural difference and all of these. Thanks guys, that helps a
bunch!
Despite what
everyone thinks, I can honestly say I have only had five days of serious
homesickness in the ten months I have spent here. It’s hard to think about home
when there is so much going with new sports, new school, and new friends. You
will only sit there miserable missing your old life if you don’t engage in
creating a new one. I never even thought that coming here would be hard. It was
my dream and I decided to make it the best year of my life. I’m proud to say I
have succeeded, at least I have so far.
The hard part
it will be going back home. I do miss my family and my friends, but when I got
on that plane eight months ago I knew I was headed back June 1st no matter
what. When will I be back? When will I ever see these people again? If
everything goes as I plan, I should be back in one in a half year, but deep
inside I know that I’ll never see some of these people again. All the faces
that are now known and dear to me in the hallways will be gone in less than two
months and I’m afraid that in the transition I’ll lose myself too.
It will be the
worst flight of my life and considering how I lost my passport on my way here
and I’ve been in a plane which the breaks stopped working minutes before
landing, that’s pretty intense. I’m not looking forward to it but it’s just
another transition that I can’t run away from.
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