Hi! I’m back! I know it’s been a while but I’ve been a busy bee over the summer holidays. I’ve just stumbled upon this draft I wrote back in June and thought I’d share it with whoever is bored enough to be reading this blog (thanks though, pal!)
I should start packing; instead, here I am writing this. This year has been completely different from the first time I lived abroad. I am a bit older (and I’d like to think that also a bit wiser) and so are the people who shared this experience with me. I have met less people, and I certainly don’t know if the few good friends I’ve made will still be friends with me in the long run. But I guess you don’t even know that when it comes to friends you’ve had for years. I have also drunk way more cocktails and beer than I’ve done in my entire life, and I’m okay with it (actually the beer part wasn’t that hard to top, taking into account I didn’t like beer until I had no other option if I wanted to save some money).
I have grown. It took me years to finally realise I had to put some distance between myself and a certain person. It was never easy because we had been good friends for years, but the end of 2014 was some kind of revelation to me. I decided I was going to finally be happy(ier) from 2015 on. And I’ve accomplished my goal, somehow. I’ve said “yes” to most of the plans I’ve been proposed. I had the time of my life travelling with three of my best friends over the weekend. And I even practised sport. My 18 year old self wouldn’t believe it. And the best of it all, I’m doing everything for myself, because I want to.
If during my first year abroad I learnt that distance really means “nothing” if you try to make your relationships and friendships work, this year has proved that I can be happier if I have a more positive attitude towards life.
I have also learnt that if there’s only one step from love to hate, it only takes a couple of months to walk from hate to love. My 11 year old students are the best example. As rebellious, loud and careless they were at the beginning of the year (and all the way until its very end, let’s be honest here), they turned out to be the most loveable class I’ve had. And I’m not only saying that because I may or may not have had a couple of secret admirers among them. Not at all.
The beginning of this experience was certainly one of the hardest times I’ve had in my entire life, and some things didn’t go quite as I had imagined. But you know what? It’s okay. And if it’s not, it will. I’ve had a lot of time for myself that I invested not only in watching tv shows. I’ve thought a lot about everything, about everyone.
If I had to sum up my second year abroad in just one sentence, I’d say that thanks to this experience I’m finally on the right way to getting to know myself. And that’s a big step for my life. It’s a start, at least.