Easter Break, Part 3: Beginning of the End
This is my final blog post about Easter. The first one was about my two weeks with my parents and the second one was about my week in Wales. I regret to inform you that this one might be a little bit more on the depressing side of things, but there is not much I can do about that.
After I got back from Wales, I stopped to realize what I had just experienced. I spent two fantastic weeks with my parents in five different countries and I travelled through Wales on my own for a week. I got a tad bit upset when I thought about how I had to go back to class the very next day. But then it hit me. We only have six weeks left (five as of the time I am writing this). I have already spent seven and a half months in Belfast (minus the three weeks for Christmas and three weeks for Easter). When I first got here, I never thought the end would come. It seemed so far off in the distance. And now things are moving a lot faster and the end is closer than I ever could have imagined.
Over my seven and a half months, I have met some of the best people this world has to offer. I have been fortunate enough to be placed on a floor with some great people and have had the opportunity to branch out from them and form other really close friend groups. Practically everybody I have met can be attributed to the people I live with. They are my main connection and without them, I would be lost. I love knowing that I have a firm base that I can always rely on if anything were to happen.
When I first moved here, I never expected to become as close of friends with these people as I have. I thought this because last year (my first year), my closest friends were not the people I lived with. I had a great group of friends that I had met on student government and I spent most of my time with them. I did talk to the people in my halls occasionally, but overall we did not interact a whole lot. I can honestly say I am only in close contact with one of them to this day, and that is my old RA Kathy! So I was (and still am) surprised that I ever got close with any my flatmates this year.
One of the things I am looking forward to most when I get home is seeing all of my friends. The friendships and relationships you have with other people define who you are and I would not be the person I am today if it were not for Eric Bair, Nick Larson, Noah Bush, or Matt Qunell. Besides my family, they are my three closest friends and I love them to death. Going on a trip like this really makes you think about those friendships and you begin to cherish them more than ever before.
Awhile back, I received an email from somebody in response to one of my blog posts. Her name is Olivia and she had a couple questions about studying abroad and my experiences in Belfast. It turns out that she is going to be studying abroad in Belfast next year too! I am glad I have had the opportunity to help her and answer any questions she has about the university system, the city, or the culture. We have since become close friends and I am looking forward to meeting her in person over the summer.
After this weekend, we only have one week of instruction, one week of revision (studying), and three weeks of exams left. I have almost two weeks of exams off because mine do not start until practically the last week. The simple fact that my final Queen’s lectures are next week is mind-boggling. I love Belfast, I love Queens, and I love my new friends. But I know I will love going home. I know it will be such a tough thing to go through and I am dreading the day. On the other hand, I can use this to my advantage to make the most of my remaining time and enjoy life as much as possible with the people around me.
38 days until I go home.