This has so far been my brother's only reaction to my leaving- well, that and general complaints about my taking away the Spore laptop. I think it's just his teenaged way of saying that he'll miss me- and hopefully not just because I provide computer games and a way out of the house! It's a tough question to answer- of course I'm going to relish the experience, and I certainly hope that I will enjoy myself and not end up confined to my room and the college library... And of course there are so many things out there that I've missed for 11 years now- the scenery, the openness, proper refried beans, Mt Olive dill pickles, real snow and proper sun, cheapy clothes- the list goes on, and sadly remains for the most part very consumerist.
And yet, going abroad for a year is a tough decision to make, and until I'm out there I know a small part of me will remain convinced I've made a mistake. By the time I return many of my friends will have graduated or gone off on their own years abroad, and I'll be taking lectures with this years Freshers, none of whom I know. And then there will be the people I'll meet in the States, and the friends I'll hopefully make. Flights to the US are expensive, and I already have a long list of states which already have a claim on me. Making friends just to leave them after 9 months- it's hard, very hard.
I know I made the right choice, but that doesn't make the late-night agonising any easier. I am looking forward, of course I am, but in the sense that I will miss everyone- even my smelly, 6'2" little brother.
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