A nostalgic post

Remember when:

'Come August' meant a time still far in the distant future.

Packing was the most stressful thing ever.

Walking 45 minutes to someone's house was quite normal.

My fangirling was confined to private conversations with consenting adults.

Coffee was a treat, rather than a necessity (no, me neither).

9 months looked more like 3 years and would never be over.

The aspect of America I was most excited about was pickles.

The idea of cooking dinner in the microwave horrified me.

My jeans were still too big. (Ouch- and I swore I wouldn't do the all American morbid obesity thing.)

I was scared about meeting new people because I didn't want to leave them. (Still painfully true.)

Travel was scary.

New York was nothing more than a movie backdrop.

Taking a cab was for RAs and the lazy.

Pepper spray and guns only existed on screen and in jokes.

A five hour flight was a big deal.

Cross-Atlantic travel was a big deal.

The library was for reference only.

Nothing could ever compare to first year / second year / last summer.

Graduating was scary.

I was convinced my options closed when I hit 23.

I couldn't make an F chord (nope, still can't).

Living with strangers scared me.

Worrying about keeping in contact with people stressed me out.

I was convinced my little brother couldn't grow up without me. (Still not entirely sure on this front.)

I was convinced I knew everything there was to know about living on my own.

I was convinced I would somehow prefer US law.

I would put the UK down at every opportunity, while defending the US tooth and nail.

I like the idea of the Constitution and the US Governmental structure.

All I had to worry about in any one day was how many skirts to pack.

I was going to have travelled the entire US by November.

I didn't really think of the Netherlands as anything other than a good example of a flexible marriage structure.

I didn't really think of Germany as anything other than 'where Cora is going.'

I was convinced I'd never see my friends from Exeter ever again ever.

I couldn't get on a plane without crying. (Still true.)

I was excited about American television. (Oh, dear.)

I didn't watch television unless DW was on.

I was going to come back with a thick US accent.

I was going to impress all the little American freshmen with my English accent (hmmm).

I was going to spend all my time outside.

Bloody scary.