The Last Supper
The date was Sunday, June 5 and it was absolutely stunning in the beautiful city of Chicago. The sun warmed my rather pasty skin and shone brightly on my blonde hair that was bent over a textbook, dutifully studying for my final exams. Despite the warmth from the sunshine, I could not help to feel anxiety creep through and diminish the sun’s powerful impact on my physical and mental well-being. “Ding. Ding. Ding, ding, ding…” my phone began dinging incessantly, refusing to let me finish my work. I slammed my book in exasperation and glanced at my iPhone. The fam group chat was blowing up. The first message read, “Three more days!! Are you xcited?” from my mom, followed by “OMG only three more days?!” by my sister and “Yahoo!” from my dad. My end of the texting conversation was met by absolute silence. I grabbed my textbook and phone hurriedly and sprinted up my DePaul dormitory stairs, tripping and nearly killing myself in the process. Was I excited? Absolutely yes!! Was I terrified? Probably more so than the previous emotion. After an entire lifetime of dedication to school, work, and running, years of saving, and months of planning, I was finally going to realize my dream in studying abroad. What if it wasn’t all that I panned it out to be?
My boyfriend and I took the L together to my sister’s apartment and walked over with my family for a lovely dinner. This lovely dinner was the last time I would see my family as an entity for months. As I looked around the table in my hangry state, I wanted to cry. Mostly because I was starving and wanted to exert my pain in some way, but also because I was leaving the people that love and care about me the most. The pizza and rabbit salads arrived, and my hunger subsided. I then came to my senses and realized that they would love me just as much in Scotland as they do in the states. I am so incredibly thankful for my superb support system.
They have pushed me through the challenging years of high school, which I would define as endless AP courses, varsity sports, three part-time jobs, endless mounds of homework, occasional meals and showers, and more homework. “Education is the only doorway into brighter future!” My parents would encourage in their Polish accents. When I did not believe I could achieve my goals, my parents would reinforce that I could; their love and belief in me was and continues to be unconditional. They left Poland in their late teens to start a new life with greater opportunities for my sister and I. They left all that they knew to build from the bottom and provide for us. If that’s not love than I don’t know what is.
So thank you, dear parents, for providing me with unconditional love and support. Thank you for investing in me what you wouldn’t dare to invest in yourselves. Love you guys and I’m looking forward to making this the trip of a lifetime. I cannot wait to share my incredible experiences with you!!