I’ve been home from London for two weeks. Sometimes, when something wakes me up in the morning, I still half expect it to be the hall door slamming across from my room in London. At some point during every day I have a moment of “was that all just a dream?” because that’s exactly how it feels. Returning to the familiarity and the routine of my life at home and going back to work makes it feel even more like a dream. Once I go back to school in North Dakota, I think I’ll finally feel like I’m where I belong again. Every time I talk to someone that I haven’t seen since I’ve been back they all ask, in slightly different words, “how was London” and my response never suffices. When my friends and I were in Barcelona on our last night there, we stood above the big fountains and talked about how no one will ever understand our experience and what it was like for us. So when people ask me how it was, my usual answer is that it was amazing. I don’t go into detail about how it was the craziest most life-altering experiences of my life and that I don’t think I’ll ever do something that good for myself ever again. I have friends that are considering studying abroad sometime in the future, and the only thing I can tell them is to do it. Don’t worry about the financials because if I could do it, anyone can do it.
I’ve been putting off writing this last blog because that means it’s actually over and that I’ll never be able to do it again. Also because it’s been impossible to put into words how being home feels. The only thing I can say is that I feel like every morning I’m waking up from the longest, most detailed dream I’ve ever had. I’m very sad but also excited that I have these stories and memories with me for the rest of my life.
There isn’t much else I can say about my time in London that I haven’t already said over and over in my blogs. It was the best time of my life and I will cherish it forever. Not only did I learn an incredible amount about the world around me, but I also learned a lot of things about myself. I will take all of these lessons with me in every experience over the entirety of the rest of my life. I’ll never forget my time at 21 Pembridge Gardens and all of the people that made it so memorable.
A part of me will always think of London as home.