So I’ve finally finished my year abroad, and I’ve not really had time to do much reflection because I’ve been so busy unpacking and getting myself ready for work. So I decided to take a few minutes today and actually reflect on my year abroad, the good, the bad and the amazing.
I have grown a lot since going to France, in so many ways. I am now wiser, I have a better relationship with God, I have better friends, and I’m more aware of things that I would never have otherwise noticed. I can understand, read and write French, and if I force myself, I can speak French. And something that a lot of people have noticed is that I’m more confident now. After living in a foreign country by yourself, having to open a bank account in a language you barely spoke, your confidence grows. I am so glad that I did my year abroad.
The not so wonderful thing about my year abroad is that I expect more from my relationships, from friends to boyfriends, I now expect more because I know what I want and I don’t compromise. Now that I’m back, and seeing all the friends I left behind, I’m wondering why I’m friends with some of them. It’s not that they are bad people, it’s just that I want more out of friendships. Conversations about boys and TV shows are not enough. I want depth, I want to be able to discuss politics and our purpose on earth. I want to discuss religion and race and homosexuality. I want to discuss real things that people face, not who is dating who. I mean I don’t mind discussing that, but it can’t be all we discuss.
I went away and I changed, and now I’m back and not everyone has had the same experience and I feel so out of place sometimes. Like I’m the only one in on a private joke. I guess I’ll get used to being back and adjust, just like I did in France. I’ll keep all that I’ve learnt and continue to grow.