I remember being at home and dreaming about this experience and I'd think to myself that it'll be amazing and I'll have all the freedom/independence I've ever wanted. I, truly, do but I never gave much thought to the consequences that would come with this. Like missing everyone at home so much that it physically hurts... Not to get all poetic and stuff but it's a feeling I've never experienced to such extent... It feels like my heart is so tight in my chest that it'll implode.. Not explode, implode.
The whole experience changes you, there's no way that it won't. You can feel yourself changing and maturing and you're not sure if it's for the best or for the worst. Personally, I spend lots of time wondering if when I go home in a few months if my friends will recognize me when I go home. Not physically but personality-wise... I used to get angry at the smallest things but now I learned that I need to learn to keep my cool because if I were to get upset over everything, I'd always be sad and I'd take away nothing from this experience.
It's strange because there's things that I miss that I NEVER thought I would. For example, fighting with my mother... I know it's terrible but my mother and I used to fight everyday and now when we talk we only tell each the good stuff because we want to spare each other feelings but I secretly wish that she'd yell at me for not cleaning my room or for throwing my wet towel on my bed. Just those little things. I also miss hanging out with my friends at Starbucks and drinking iced coffee all afternoon. But I'm excited to hug them when I get back since absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
I know I don't usually make personal posts but I figured I should start making more posts like this since after all, I am not only a beauty/fashion blogger but also lifestyle and who knows? Potentially a bit more travel as well..
Let me know in the comments how you're doing! Have you ever lived abroad? If so, what was it like?
Thanks for reading!
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