I have finally arrived at my destination in Spain and have
been having a wonderful time in the most beautiful country in the world.
However, there have definitely been some setbacks.
The plan ride from Washington D.C. was surprisingly
depressing and not as exciting as I had imagined. It seemed like halfway
between America and Spain it finally hit me that, “Wow, I’m actually going to
be in a foreign country for three months without my friends, without my family
and without the support system that I have grown accustomed to”. I am actually
on my own here. Luckily I had taken a Valium right before my flight so I
appeared a lot calmer than I actually was. If it hadn’t been for the medicine then
I probably would have started crying on the passenger next to me.
Day one was quite similar. I was experiencing somewhat of a
depressing phase, realizing that I wasn’t going to be able to return home for
another 90 days. It was all sinking in as I thought about all the things I was
missing out on at home. For example, Delta Zeta is about to undergo
recruitment, an activity that I was very much involved in last year and greatly
enjoyed. Missing this year’s recruitment is going to be sad, but I can’t wait
to meet all the new Delta Zetas when I return. I also realized that my family
is going to be traveling without me, something that we had always done
together. Not being able to be with my family for vacations and the
Thanksgiving holiday made me sad and made me wish I were back home. Also
realizing that I was not going to be able to see my best friend and boyfriend
for another three months made me feel left out and wonder how life was carrying
on without me. Kelly Picune, my best friend, text every single day about our
lives and every moment apart from each other is literally painful. So needless
to say not being able to see her for an extended period of time is quite
depressing. I love you, homey. I also wonder if three months without seeing
Logan will create a distance between us and diminish the closeness that we
experienced before I left. I often get paranoid about him finding someone else
and forgetting about me since I am halfway across the world.


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