my program is coming to an end and it feels like someone is dying. it's so amazing to me how these four months have gone by. slowly at first, rapidly next, then slow, then reallllly slow, then picking up, then faster, now i feel like my breakfast is even running away from me i can't get a grip.
the last few days are starting to break my heart as i start to realize that never again in my life will it be like this. will i be with the same people all at the same time, where we'll be about to march to our apartment together, where we'll be able to travel together in the same immature and unprepared way that we do now. my friends here have been a huge part of my experience abroad. and strangely enough, that was my biggest fear and concern coming into this unknown land and experience.
last night i found myself uncharacteristically nostalgic for all of the months that i feel were fleeting. it's not necessarily a sad thing, i know i will stay in touch with my friends that i've made, and also i know that i will be back in europe another time in my life. it's a matter of everything happening so fast. finals, pack your bags, airport, home. a part of me wants to go home perfectly fine, but i know i'll be fighting the bittersweet feelings until the end of time.
now i just have to wait for the reverse culture shock to set in once i'm back home..
k.
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