*Sigh* It’s that time again: time for departures and good byes.
I hate that. I spend 5 weeks getting used to my peers and the environment. Then all of a sudden, just when I become comfortable with this new lifestyle, time comes in and flips the bed that you are sleeping on over in the middle of the night.
To be truthful however, I am also relieved that I am going back to my good ol’ home. I can only handle a certain threshold of 2-3 hour sleep nights and college food. I need to eat rice and chinese cooking. It’s built into my genes.
In a semi-good way, I haven’t particularly become attached to anyone here. I became decent friends with a few people here, but nothing really more. I will certainly miss their help and company, but my friends back at home are just as cool–in different ways of course.
Leaving this year was a lot easier than last year. Besides the awesome classes here, I have really nothing else to miss. I was packing today for the grueling 9ish hour train ride back home, and I was feeling quite good until my roommate started playing sad, leaving-type music. It made me sentimental and caused me to think about life here. I made it through PGSS. I am now an alumnus of this prestegious program. It’s kind of like a feeling of graduation, I suppose. Everyone was in this together. Everyone worked through long nights and difficult days. Now, I can’t believe that this is the end. Never again, will the exact same thing happen again. The people here are awesome. I wish I could continue courses here instead of going back to school.
So, I hate saying goodbyes.