I've been saying this alot lately.
People don't tell you the worst fact about life as an overseas student. They tell you about how there may be cultural differences, how you might miss home, how lost you might feel. Never do they mention the truckloads of people that start coming and going in your life. They don't talk about how the dorm hallways start to empty, how that knock on your door no longer sounds, how these people that have been an integral part of your life for the past 5 months suddenly disappear, never to be seen again. Most of the truckload you meet, learn from then wave goodbye to with nothing more than a bittersweet melancholy. However there are some whose departure you dread, those that make you think... "What will life here be without them?", people of whom sight of their luggage sends a jolt of dread straight down your spine.
Because the truth is you start off the semester slightly empty, lost without their presence. However, give it 3 weeks and it'll be like they were never in your life. Their apartment that you cycled to through winter to summer a distant dream, the imprints of the hands you held faded and lost. Perhaps it is that that we fear as we wave our dear friends away. The knowledge that soon they will cease to be as dear to us as we would like them to be, the fear that we too will soon be replaced by others in their hearts.
Every semester is like a separate world. Perhaps it is this transience that builds intense relationships between people.
1 comment:
I feel this feeling too!
the dream part really is very true.
Alison, you were like a dream.
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