A year has past an now we stan on the brink of returning to a world were we are surronded by the parox of everything, were nothing are going to be the same.

In seven weeks we will reluctanly give our hugs, and fighting the tears, say goodbye to people who were once just names on a sheet of paper, and return to the people we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to, before we ever left.

We’ll leave our best friends to return to our best friends. We’ll go back to the places we come from, and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before.

We’ll come into town on that sam familiar road, and although it has been months, it will seem like only yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way our life has changed and the person you’ve become. You suddenly realize that things that were the most important to you a year ago, dont seems to matter anymore, and the things you are holding higher now, no one at home will completely understand.

Who will you call first? What will you do your first weekend at home with your friends? Where are you going to work? Who will be at the party at saturday night? What has everyone been up to these past months? How long will it be until you actually starts missing people barging in without calling or knocking? Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you realize the hardest part of being an exchange student is to balance the two completley different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything while trying to figure out what you have left behind.

We now know the meaning of true friendship. We know now who we have keptin touch with over the past year and who we hold dearest to our hearts. We’ve left our worlds to deal with the real one. We have had our hearts broken, we’ve fallen in love, we’ve helped our best friend overcome depressing, stress and death. We’ve lit candels, stayed up all night and just talked to a friend in need.

There have been times when we’ve felt so helpless being hours away from home when you knew your family and friends needed you the most, and there have been times when we know we have made a difference.

Less than 7 weeks from now and we’ll leave. Less tha 7 weeks from now and we’ll take down our pictures and pack our clothes. No more going next doors to do nothing for hours. We’ll leave our friends whose random texts an phone calls brought us to laughter and tears this year, and hopefully years to come. We’ll take our memories and dreams and put them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.

Less than7 weeks from today we’ll unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We’ll walk over to our bestfriend’s house to do nothing for hours. We’ll return to the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us to laughter and tears over the years. We’ll unpack old dreams and memories that have beeen put away for a long time. In 7 weeks we’ll dig deep insinde to find the strength and cinviction to adjust to change and still keep each other close.

And somehow, in someway, we’ll find our place between these worls.

In 7 weeks are u ready?? cause I’m not sure..

I know it might seem weird … but I’m really scared to go home and go back to my normal life.