When professors ask me if I’m excited to return home, I never really want to answer the question. In my last class today, one of them made us reflect on what we enjoyed about the class, and one thing we wished we could have done overall. It was like I had a mini flashback in my mind, as I tried to figure out something different from what the other girls were saying. The great thing was, I couldn’t think of just one thing. My mind jumped from thing to thing, and I still amassed a list of things I need to do in the future.
He also asked for something we thought was meh about the class. I also couldn’t think of one at the time. I really enjoyed exploring London, and I can’t believe how much I love it here. One month isn’t enough, but when would I ever get this chance again? It was all my classes, my classmates, my side trips, the good and bad experiences that made my trip what it was. I am desperately sad that I leave in the morning, but I am so grateful for everything that has happened. Studying abroad is an experience like no other, and I hope that people get to experience it and fall in love with a new country, much like I have. I was born and bred in NYC, but there’s room for two big cities in my heart.