Every exchange student has thought about it. From the day we first arrive in our host country to the day we depart, it looms in the back of our mind. Sometimes, it's the idea that gives us the strength to get through the day, and other times, it's the thing that terrifies us the most. The thought of going home.
I would be lying if I said that I'm not excited about it. That moment where after a year, I finally get to see my family again. Where I finally get to hug each one of them and cry because my brother is 8 (EIGHT!) and because my sister is in high school (HIGH SCHOOL!).To be able to talk to my parents without wifi interfering will be a dream come true. And I cannot wait.
Actually, I might be able to. Maybe, just maybe, I can find it in me to patiently wait for the moment where I am forced to get on a plane and leave the life I have been building for the past year. The dreaded day that I have to leave everyone that I have gotten to know, my friends, my family, and everyone in between. Boarding that plane means that I will no longer spend Sundays at the family farm in the mountains, no more giving English classes before my areal silks class, and no more crazy adventures with the other exchange students. And I'm gonna miss that a lot. But I'm gonna miss the little moments more, like my friends making fun of my accent and my family messing with me for my love for chocolate.
Excited and anxious, I will continue living as I have all year, living every moment to the fullest knowing that my time is limited. And with my date of return constantly looming in the back of my mind, I have no doubt that I will do just that. I will cherish every last moment, and I will continue waiting excitedly for the day that I will finally get to see my family again.
I would be lying if I said that I'm not excited about it. That moment where after a year, I finally get to see my family again. Where I finally get to hug each one of them and cry because my brother is 8 (EIGHT!) and because my sister is in high school (HIGH SCHOOL!).To be able to talk to my parents without wifi interfering will be a dream come true. And I cannot wait.
Actually, I might be able to. Maybe, just maybe, I can find it in me to patiently wait for the moment where I am forced to get on a plane and leave the life I have been building for the past year. The dreaded day that I have to leave everyone that I have gotten to know, my friends, my family, and everyone in between. Boarding that plane means that I will no longer spend Sundays at the family farm in the mountains, no more giving English classes before my areal silks class, and no more crazy adventures with the other exchange students. And I'm gonna miss that a lot. But I'm gonna miss the little moments more, like my friends making fun of my accent and my family messing with me for my love for chocolate.
Excited and anxious, I will continue living as I have all year, living every moment to the fullest knowing that my time is limited. And with my date of return constantly looming in the back of my mind, I have no doubt that I will do just that. I will cherish every last moment, and I will continue waiting excitedly for the day that I will finally get to see my family again.