One Week Home
Last night marked my first week home after my year abroad. Coming home was a unique experience. I procrastinated leaving and cried when the plane lifted off in Schipol. I cried again when the plane landed in Rochester, but from happiness. Seeing the Rochester skyline pop up just made me so happy. I cried from sadness to be leaving home, and from happiness to be coming back to it. I won't lie, the first couple days back felt weird. Everything felt so separate from my exchange year and that was difficult to get my head around. My body was running on autopilot. Just muscle memory. Despite using English quite frequently abroad, it was still a shock to my system having everything being in English. Speaking it didn't feel that weird (though I did accidentally slip into Dutch once or twice), but only hearing, seeing, and reading English was strange. It almost felt like my year abroad didn't happen at all. I spent a lot of time with my family this week, which was really im...