This comes from a journal entry I wrote on the airplane home at the end of my semester abroad. It hurts so much to read. But it’s incredible that none of my feelings have changed.
“Our last night was surreal. I just never realized how close we all got. We kept moving locations as we tried to say our final goodbyes, but then we just ended up staying for another few hours. By 6 am we said goodbye to Melissa and Ben. We were all crying. When Meliss got in that cab and we waved her off, it really got me.
After spending all of these days together and being thrown into this city, we weren’t forced to become so close, but we chose to be. And that’s the beauty of this whole experience. That, and how lucky we all are to have found each other.
Ben and I always get into deep conversations, and that last night we talked about how much this experience meant to us, and how much it will mean for the rest of our lives. We just couldn’t believe that the last few months were real at all. I think we were all at a loss for words saying goodbye.
On the walk home we stopped at a bench on the bridge and cried some more. It just killed me to see everyone so emotional, but it meant the world because it showed me how impactful this journey was, not just for me but for everyone involved. We are nothing but a family, and that makes me feel better about the goodbyes.
I know I’ll never have another adventure like this one. I’ll have adventures, no doubt. But they won’t be when I’m 21 and a junior in college. They won’t be for four months in Sevilla, with these same people. That’s why I can appreciate this so much. Because it is literally once in a lifetime, and I could not be more grateful.
As I sit here 11,280 m in the air on an airplane on the way back to America, with a new perspective in mind and a new home in my heart, I’m beginning to see what this semester wanted to show me and to teach me.
Life is about people. I’ve been saying this for years, and every day I come to believe it some more. I wouldn’t be the same person that I was five months ago if I hadn’t encountered these people. Good, genuine people like Steph and Ben and Elena and Marc and Mercedes, and all of the happy strangers I’ve met along the way. Then there’s all of the people I met who I know will be better people with people like Steph and Ben and Elena and Marc and Mercedes in their lives.
I learned that traveling is what you make of it. My brother, after just ten days abroad, is ready to go home. And me, after five months of living here, just cried my eyes out to this stranger on the plane because I wish I could live in those moments forever. I’m not ready to go home because I made and found myself another home.
But I do realize that there are moments in life that are inevitable. Like goodbyes. They’re heartbreakers, but I suppose they are necessary. And to say goodbye to Sevilla is unfathomable to me, because I will be back someday. I know it won’t be the same, but I will love it just the same because my memories will never change.
I will always look back on that city with a happy heart. I will always be glad to share that city with anyone and everyone. I’ve heard that going home will be hard not because I’ll miss Sevilla and my time abroad, but because no one will understand what I have just been through. No, that’s not dramatic. It’s not dramatic because it was my life for five months. And I’ve decided that it is so special and so sacred to me that I want to keep it that way.
Everyone will ask me how it was and ask me maybe for a story or two, but after a few minutes they’ll have moved on to the present. And it will be harsh and hurtful that no one cares, but I’ve already accepted that. I’ve decided that by keeping this adventure mine and with the people I’ve shared it with, I will love it more. Because everyone who doesn’t know can listen to a story for ten minutes but those who I shared this time with will be there to listen to me for a lifetime.
So with that I leave a little piece of me with all of these people and in all of the new places I visited, particularly Sevilla. No me ha dejado. NO8DO, para siempre. It’s gonna feel damn good the next time I step foot in that city.”
- Why I Love Spain: Sevilla (elenarivera28.wordpress.com)
- Sevilla: Making New Memories Down Memory Lane (samgoesabroad.wordpress.com)
- The Do’s and Don’ts of Study Abroad (isastudentblog.wordpress.com)
- no8do (emgarv.wordpress.com)