...and counting.

I have less than 2 weeks left in the UK. I honestly can't believe it. It feels like yesterday that I was standing in Logan airport with mom saying goodbye. This has, without a doubt, been one of the most exciting semesters of my life and a trip I will never forget.

Returning home is going to be extremely difficult. I am entirely reluctant to leave my friends here. I find myself asking questions like "how can I stay longer?", "how can I spend the spring here?". Though, of course, this isn't actually possible.

It will be so difficult to say goodbye to my flatmates. I have made some great friends while living here. In the past few weeks the reality of the term coming to an end has really set in. My flatmates constantly remind me that I can not be replaced and that they won't be able to help but feel some resentment towards the person who moves into my room. It's so strange to think that someone will be moving into this room in my place. This flat is a unit; we are like a family in many ways. It's difficult to imagine that when I return, the rest of the flat will still be here together for another term. ...Oh well, such is life I suppose. All and all, I am grateful that I have been able to see England, enjoy living in Norwich, and make new friends here. It has been more than I could have hoped for.