You know… until now, it hasn’t sunk in that I’m living in the north hemisphere, miles and miles away from home.
I guess with time, you make whatever’s around you, home.
Or you get so caught up in the whirlwind of uni life that you forget to remind yourself to take a moment to float on that big island in between America and the rest of Europe.
The only telling tale that it’s not home is of course the miserable gray weather, as opposed to the much missed perpetually sunny skies back home.
And believe it or not, it’s the end of the year already. End of the academic year that is. I’ll be leaving this place I’ve called home for the past two years, in the next two months.
Projects handed in, essays, exams taken.
Graduation in over a month. The time to congregate at the Town Hall in the city centre, to throw our rented hats in the sky, clutching that rolled up piece of paper that is the passport to the working world. That one piece of paper my parents paid crazy money for and I worked my ass off for.
Only 7 hours until the end of the year ball. Those shopping hours downtown looking for the perfect gold (but not shiny BLING gold) accessories to match my emerald green dress will get their 15 minutes. In a couple of hours, we’ll all be on the funfair rides and in the casino. Taking lots of pictures. Pictures you know you will dig up and look through years down the road. Having a ball of a time, so to speak. Our one chance to dress up like crazy, even if it’s just on campus, in front of the union. The bars will be packed, the English and others will be drunk.
I can hear the sound systems being tested now… Heehee… *excited*
