I have around 3 weeks left here. Suddenly time is flying by, it seems like only last week that my room-mate left and we had 2 months to go. I can't say when I actually fly cause I don't want my parents to know but it's between the 11th and the 18th...so soon!
I'm not sure how I feel about going home. Miserable. I really love it here and I'm trying to think about it as if I were going on an extended holiday home. One of the things I've heard from so many volunteers is how much you don't realise you've changed and nobody else seems to. I've spent a year overseas working and (as cheesy as it sounds) learning, I've learnt so much here and on first thought I don't think I've changed that much but if I think properly I really have changed. But my friends in England have been at university for the year and they will have changed obviously but I think less so and in a less obvious way. The only person I can talk to properly about this year is Sarah (I am so thankful I have her, if I didn't I might go insane!) but she is going on so many holidays when she first gets back then she's off to uni as well!
I've also been thinking a lot about how I'm going to tell my kids. I'm planning on telling them frequently starting from next week so they're all used to the idea but I think it's going to be hard. I'm fairly certain they all know I'm leaving pretty soon because I've made sure not to hide it.
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