This is long but bear with me.
Friday morning I woke up like every other day. I brushed my teeth, I read my affirmations, and I did my best to contain the previous night’s bed head. I looked at the photos on my wall, the art I took home from my travels and I set the intention of being the person my year abroad made me proud to be.
It’s not always easy to remember who she was when I’m in this new environment, and I feel her slipping every once in a while. Today was one of those mornings, but it was as if the universe knew I needed a nudge.
My phone buzzed, an unexpected text from an unexpected person. Six hours later, I was sitting in the middle of Isla Vista, our college neighbourhood, with one Sam Syufy sitting right in front of me, connecting with people from my universe.
We spent Saturday downtown, and I felt the way I did when we first stepped out into Venice or Siem Reap. I saw the city with fresh eyes.
It’s funny how one person can link your two realities, but it was what I needed.
It’s been several months since I left Boston at the end of my time with Winterline, and sometimes the whole year feels like a dream, like some wild fantasy I made up to sedate for my adventure seeking side.
Thank you for reminding me it was real, thank you for reminding me I changed for the better.
This finals study break will go down in the record books.