The last day of this semester seems to be hovering around my consciousness. Everything I do is directly related to how much time I have left: studying for finals, planning my winter break trip, trying to see more of London. It’s all happening way too fast.
I’m so excited to travel over the break, but I oscillate between looking forward to it and kicking myself for voluntarily spending another month away from home. Am I crazy to be doing this? Can I survive another month away? I have no idea, but my tickets are booked, so I guess I’ll find out.
I’ve always had a problem with things ending. My mom used to joke about how I’d cry when she dropped me off at sleep away camp, and then cry even harder when she came to pick me up. I think the same thing is going to happen here, except study abroad is longer than summer camp, and I’ve already started crying over the end of it.
I’m trying not to waste time and energy during this last week and a half (oh my god is it really just a week and a half someone please get me some tissues) being miserable that this is ending. I’m trying to enjoy the last few days in London (seriously, just a few days, I need a bag to breathe into), but it’s hard with this date looming ahead of me. December 20.
December 20. Next Saturday. I’m leaving London. Not only that, but I’m embarking on a one month solo trip. One of the best experiences of my life is ending, and instead of heading back to the comfort of home I’m stepping into the great unknown. And I am freaking out.
I’m still going to try to take it one day at a time, though. There’s more I need to see and do in London before this is over, and I’m going to make it happen. I’m going to distract myself from the terrifying future by visiting all the museums I haven’t been to, and the National Gallery for the fifth time because it is perfect, and by spending too much money going to the top of the Shard, and by going out every single night with the amazing friends I’ve made here even though I have finals to study for.
I hope you all had as amazing an experience as I did. I think the barometer of how great something has been is how much you cry when you listen to this song at the end of it.