I want to stay connected to my friends internationally as much as I can, which is far easier today than it’s ever been before thanks to the internet (but I still want to send a postcard here and there, because I’ve always thought they were fun to get)
I’ve just finished my second week of winter quarter back at Western. It’s been a bit weird being back in Bellingham and the transition back was a bit rough
I write this post as I wait in the airport (SeaTac Airport, that is) – I think it’s funny that everyone recommends showing up three hours before an international flight, just to ultimately wait two and a half hours until you can actually board and leave.
t’s now been a month since I returned from France. I have spent the same amount of my summer at home as I did in Lyon – a fact that boggles my mind because this past month has crept by where my month in France flew.
However, leaving France means leaving behind breakfasts of fresh baguettes, bustling street markets, conversations with my host father, aimless walks through cobbled streets and alleys, and a group of students that though they come from the US, have backgrounds and opinions entirely different from my own.
As I prepare to go home I find my self struggling with how I portray my time here. Before I left the trip was all I could talk to people about. I was so excited, and I had no idea what to expect. I know that this will forever be a part of my story, and I want to reflect it as honestly as possible.
If I could pass along any piece of advice to future study abroad students, it would be this: your experience is going to tire you out, don’t let that be an excuse not to go do things!
I am going to miss so many things about my host country though. The people I’ve met are absolutely amazing and there were so many tears shed on our final school day.
