The Final Post While Abroad
Hey everyone, so I am posting this the night before I leave because 1) the internet in my room stopped working on Sunday morning so I am without it in my own room, and 2) Because I would have to get up at the crack of early just to write it tomorrow since I have to get an early start. So here goes.
What can I say, these last six months have flown by. I still can’t believe that it all ends tomorrow. I get on a plane, sit on my butt for 12 hours and I will be back at LAX, where it all began. Just like that. Poof.
The past few days up to this departure have been, well, interesting. Emily and Cristina left about 5 days ago for California, and the rest of the Stuttgart Babes were out two days after that. Dan left yesterday. Seems like I have just gotten used to goodbye, but not for my departure, for everyone elses. It is going to be weird when I am on the receiving end of it all.
Also, due to the fact that I am pretty much alone, (Kate has a TON of work to finish before her own journey to the states this summer) most of my wandering and adventuring has been done by myself. Which if you have been paying attention forces me to use a few pronouns that I have rarely used when talking about my travels - “I, my, me” as opposed to “we, our, us.” Most of my trip, if not al of it, has been spent with at least one other person. Which I absolutely love, becasue then you have someone to look back on the event with and they might be able to remind you of details you forgot or didn’t even notice.
All of this time to myself was kinda nice at first. I could stop to eat when I wanted, I could sit around and just stare at something and not feel as if someone is waiting on me, other fun things that people can do when they are not having to also facctor in the needs or wants of others. But I soon learned that too much time to myself gave me too much time to think. Some thoughts were good, like how cool some part of a castle was, or how am I going to spend the next hour while I am out an about. But other thoughts were not so nice. I started thinking about home, friends, family, companionship of the people who were already gone. Smells, sounds and sights slowly started reminding me more and more of home. Now I can say, after all that time to think, I am mostly ready to end this journey and start my next one back at home. Don’t be mistaken, Wales will always hold a dear and deep place in my heart. I wish I could be considered Welsh by association. But, I can feel that I am more excited to go home now than I was when Emily and Cristina were leaving.
Thank you Mom and Dad for always encouraging me to have this experience abroad, and for helping me so that I could make the most of it. Thank you to all of my friends that I either knew previously or just met in the last 6 months, you all have made my experience amazing and memorable. Thanks to Emily and Cristina especially, for dealing with crazy ol’ me on all of our aventures, nights out (and in), and conversations about whatever came to mind. This has been one of the most amazing chapters in my life, can’t wait to see what the next one brings.
There is one thing that I am extremely excited about going home for (besides all the people I have missed) — exercising. Bring it on gym membership and summer vacation because mamma has packed on quite a few lbs since leaving in January and I would like to see those go away very quickly. :D
With that I will say — this time tomorrow I will be fast approaching California, somewhere over the midwest of the USA. CRAZY!
To all of you who have read/been reading/are reading this blog,
See you soon!!!