Post-departure reflections
Saying goodbye was tough. But my memories are worth their weight in gold.
'Well. It's my last night at Coe, and my last in America (for now, I hope). I'm flying back home tomorrow, and I am trying to pack up umpteen books and clothes and memories.
What do I say? Where do I even begin? Time has flown by. This has been - as cliched as it is - a life changing year for me. I have loved being here and have been so privileged to have met so many fabulous people, made new and wonderful friends and had many an adventure along the way. There have been challenges and tough times, but getting through them to the other side has been rewarding, and besides - the good times have been more than apt compensation. From answering to my nationality as a nickname to forever struggling with understanding 'American' (the language barrier is real), it's been a blast. Thanks for the memories, Coe. Thanks for having me. I'll miss you.'
Where do I even begin indeed. What a year it was. Words fail (yes, really) to fully express my thoughts on the year; it was was simply amazing. From friends to classes, to adventures and volunteering, and everything in between, I had a wonderful time.
[I'll come back, no need to say goodbye.]
[I'll come back, no need to say goodbye.]