With the exams over and December hanging in the air, it’s only a matter of weeks before we jet off to foreign land and spend a good half year immersing ourselves in lands of the relatively unknown.
At the OLE run, we were just commenting that the earliest group to set off will depart in less than 4 weeks. And I’m flying in 57 days. How time flies.
The administrative matters begin to look a little daunting, slightly painful. The tons of visa application information and health checklist and air ticket booking and so on just seem a little too wordy and jargonish. Quite a pain in the ass, if you ask me.
The feeling of finality finally set in, since the maroon booklet detailing admissions information reached my home in a fedex package a week ago.
I wonder what US holds for me in the five months or so that I will spend there. Like many who have gone on exchange and returned, I’m expecting a change of sorts to happen. Just what kind of change exactly, I don’t know; I dare not fathom. I have been pretty independent (of my family at least) all along, but I have no idea if i could do this for as long as 5 months. Many people say that going on exchange changes a person’s perspectives, goals and ideals to a large extent. I see some of that in people who has gone and came home. It’s exciting, and yet a little challenging, to see how being in a land where you suddenly become the minority changes a person as a whole.
I’m getting pretty excited over the places that I wanna go during term and summer too. Too many places, too little time, and limited resources. Economics at work again. I wanna walk down Hollywood Boulevard again, and this time go up to the Hollywood sign. I wanna spend a night in the lovely gorge of Grand Canyon. I wanna stand at the foot of the Niagara Falls, enjoy the cooling mist and the majestic sight of the water falling. I wanna visit Ground Zero as well. I want to do this this that that, everything!
57 days!
