Unfortunately, I have not kept up with this blog as I would have liked to. It would have been nice to update you all on my experiences on this side of the pond. Nevertheless, I feel it necessary at this time to write down my feelings toward this semester that is rapidly drawing to a close.
Today is December 2. It is exactly 99 days after I arrived in England, 7 days until I depart Harlaxton Manor for good, and 20 days until I arrive home. The whole thing is bittersweet. There is no denying that I miss my family and friends back home. At the same time, my time spent here has been, well, magical. This truly has been a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I will never again be able to call Harlaxton Manor my home. What will I do when I no longer go to the water closet, but the restroom? When it's no longer a lift, but a ride. When it's no longer cheers, but goodbye.
Saying so long will be tough. The people here have been great. I'm thankful for the friendships that I've made here that I hope will not end. There's something strange and wonderful about this overseas adventure that causes people to bond to such a strong degree. It's something you just know that people can't fully understand without experiencing it for themselves. It's unique.
Things have been moving non-stop since I arrived. I've seen some amazing places: Ireland, The Netherlands, Germany, Austria. Italy now awaits once finals are over. I have been inspired through this to travel my own country. I know that when I return to America, I will have to return to reality. I look forward to this, with the knowledge I've gained throughout this semester abroad. Being transplanted to this place for four months has allowed me to view things from another perspective. Not a superior perspective, not an inferior one either - just a different one. This is where the real value of the experience lies.
