I might be getting ahead of myself here, but it already feels like the end of an Era.
After five years in England, my departure date, perhaps for good, is a scarce two months away. I have to say that these have probably been some of the best years of me life (so far!). I came here for my undergrad degree and at first felt alienated and profoundly foreign, feelings that I now realise were the result of deep homesickness. I had a great life in Spain, and that too had come to a sudden end.
Of course university life has a way of dealing with homesickness just by the sheer amount of stuff that happens to you every day. And so, here I am, five years later and it seems like everyday I spent here was properly memorable. Homesickness replaced by a deep sense of belonging. The trips between Spain (my home country) and England gradually feeling less and less like travelling from home to far away, becoming more like trips from home to home.
Decidedly, coming here was one of the best decisions I’ve made and now I'm hoping that my new trip will be worth the feelings of apprehension that I get every now and then, albeit mixed with anticipation and excitement, towards my rapidly approaching trip to Auckland.
And now time to say goodbye to good ol' 39 rowena crescent, my home for the past two years. We've had such a great time here, that I guess it was but inevitable that this moment would come too soon.
