Panic Mode

Last night, I woke up in a slight panic. In exactly 3 weeks, I will be waking up in a country halfway across the world. I won’t be curled up in my cozy little single at Colby, but in an apartment with 4 strangers in the middle of a city with eight times the population of Maine.  Needless to say, I had a difficult time falling back asleep at 3:30am.

This panic has basically been happening nightly since about a week ago, when I realized just how close I was to leaving. Everything has started to come together; I have my plane tickets, class schedule, and I just got my housing assignment a couple days ago. I am super excited about my class schedule, since I’m taking a course on Shakespeare while living right next to the Globe (hopefully my professor takes the class to see a show!). I’m also taking a course on Geoffrey Chaucer.  What better place to take a course on the Father of English Literature than in England?!  My living situation also seems pretty sweet–I’m living in a four-person apartment where we each have our own bedroom (as well as a personal refrigerator and bathroom, I believe), and a shared kitchen and television. Here’s a picture of a bedroom from the King’s College website:

 The apartment building is really close to Shakespeare’s Globe and other touristy attractions like the Tower of London, which I am definitely going to check out while I’m there. Even though I am so excited to explore London, I am really nervous about living in a city and being away from my family for such a long time–I think the longest we’ve ever been apart is a month, since I live so close to home and visit them quite often!
But today, one of my best friends returned from her semester abroad in Chile.  When I asked her what her favorite part of the experience was, she couldn’t answer me.  This wasn’t because she didn’t have any good experiences: she had too many to choose from. Her last Facebook status from Chile really got me thinking… She said, “Just keep telling myself not to cry because it’s over, but to smile because it happened.”  Studying abroad was a “grand adventure” for her–one I’m sure she wouldn’t trade for anything.  I know that Kelsey is as close to her family as I am to mine, so if she can do it, so can I.  It’s comforting to know that I have friends and family back home that can help me when I’m feeling homesick (because I’m sure I will be!).
Until next time,

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