I sometimes get those sort of moments, too. I stop and realize just exactly where I am, how long I've been here, and how long I've got left, then I get flooded with different emotions. First I kind of freak out; being so far from home, in a whole other country, without family - it's crazy. Then I'm kind of amazed. It's getting close to 7 months that I've been here. Over half a year, but it feels like time's flying. Then I get a mixture of happiness and saddness. I'm happy because in just under 5 months, I'll be on my way home. I'll get to see you guys, my friends, the dogs, my bed... everything that's been familiar to me my whole life. But, 5 months isn't a lot of time in the scheme of things. It's less than half a year, less than half my exchange. At the end of those five months, I'll be leaving this life, this family, my friends - without knowing when I'll get the chance to come back. But that just pushes me to want to make the most of my time here, and that's how I get over it. I talk with friends, I get out and do something, I live my life here.
Also, today in my math class, one of my friends asked when I'm leaving. I told her, and another asked if I'm going to have a going-away party, and he seemed happy that I said yes. Then this first girl and another said they're probably going to cry when I go. I said I would to. A while ago, one of these same girls told me it's weird for her when she thinks about going to school next year, and that I won't be there. It's just a such a great feeling to know I have real friends here who like having me around and who are going to miss me when I'm gone. It's one of those things that makes this whole experience really worth it.
Bis später!
