I have four weeks left here. That seems so unreal, so infeasible, so "beyond the bounds of possibility." It's like a have a life here. And it's normal, I've reached a point where I saw no end in sight. Why would it end, it's my life. I forgot completely about what I left behind in the US. And I mean all the little parts, the details of that far-away life. Not the people of that life, not my family and friends, although some of those people are like fuzzy pictures in my head. 10 months is a long time when you've only lived 17 years.
There's things, and feelings I love about my Spanish life and others I will be happy to leave behind.
But right now I'm just stuck in this sense, this wavery feeling of unrealness. I cannot comprehend that it is ending. It wasn't easy, this year was without a doubt the hardest of my life. But I don't have even a wisp of resentfulness for coming here. I've changed so much as a person. I don't remember who I was before, but I'm happy with who I am now. I know it was the hardest emotional experiences of my life that I dealt with this year that transformed me.
Laying on the cold tile floor with my youngest sister today I started to think about all these things. She had her head resting on my stomach and I had my arm wrapped around her, and I just wanted to cry. My family here has done so so much for me.. and I am going to miss them so much. Plus, I can never give them enough gratitude for everything they have done, the opportunities they have given me. Without them taking me in, I would have been home in December when I needed to switch families.
My time on exchange has changed my perspective on life. The way I see other culures and languages, the way I see Europe and the world, understanding other people's ways of life. An Exchange Year is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I think it's a shame more people don't do them.
To close, I will leave you all with something written by another exchange student somewhere. (Sadly I don't have a name to give them credit.)
"A year has passed and now we stand on the brink, of returning to a
world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything and yet
nothing being the same. In a couple of weeks we will reluctantly give
our hugs and, fighting the tears,we will say goodbye to people who were
once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged
and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left.We will leave our
best friends to return to our best friends.
We will go back to the places we came from, and go back to the same
things we did last summer and every summer before. We will come into
town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it
will seem like only yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every
emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has
changed and the person you have become. You suddenly realize that the
things that were most important to you a year ago don't seem to matter
so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home
will completely understand...
Just weeks from now we will leave. Just weeks from now we take down our
pictures, and pack up our clothes. No more going next door to do nothing
for hours on end. We will leave our friends whose random e-mails and
phone calls will bring us to laughter and tears this summer, and
hopefully years to come. We will take our memories and dreams and put
them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.
Just weeks from now we will arrive. Just weeks from now we will unpack
our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our
best friend's house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to
the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us to
laughter and tears over the year. We will unpack old dreams and memories
that have been put away for the past year. In just weeks we will dig
deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and
still keep each other close. And somehow, in some way, we will find our
place between these two worlds.
In just weeks."
Mil gracias por leer mi blog, Besos,
Lani
Hi Lani, Now I can say, we feel very proud to encourage your spanish parents to host you as their AFS daughter 2013. You are great! Please keep the AFS spirit along your entire life. It is in our hands the possibility for many other young people to have experiences like yours.
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