One Month Left: Thoughts

Actually, not even a month. A month minus 3 days.
It’s strange, and it doesn’t feel like I’ve been in London for most of a term already. It’s gone by so fast, and I’m not sure where the time goes. A lot of things have happened since the last time I checked in. Trump is the president elect (and that’s a whole can of worms I haven’t actually begun to process) my cat died, my mom had minor surgery. I turned 21. All of this happening has made me wish I had been home. Turning 21 without my mom to celebrate with was tough. I had a friend visit from Spain for the week, but it wasn’t the same.
I got lucky with the family I was placed with. My landlady/host mom (still not sure what to call her) wanted to have dinner with the entire family to celebrate. She made me a lasagna, since she knew that was my favorite food that my mom would make. There were some of my favorite veggies as sides, and for dessert? A homemade chocolate cake.
I haven’t talked about being homesick. Because, until my birthday, I wasn’t. Having dinner with the entire family, listening to them sing “Happy birthday” to me, in all of its awkward glory, then just sitting around the table having a chat was something I didn’t know I wanted. I didn’t realize how homesick I was, and they made everything so much easier to handle without even knowing it.

I’m studying film production at Kingston University in London, England. I love traveling, cats, and all types of food.

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