I’ve been meaning to write this since December 9, 2010. The day I returned to the only homeland I truly know. Leaving Sydney was like ending a romance, but since I don’t find commitment to be one of my strong attributes, it was easy to say goodbye at the time. I miss the smell, loved the sun, and cherish the memories. Sydney was unforgettable. Like those old loves, I hope we stay friends, able to reconnect after a few years and a few thousand dollars. Only time will tell.
Before my arrival back home I got warnings about reverse-culture shock, but said “pss ta’ please” to the idea. Little things like warm weather, Aussie accents, the noise from the traffic lights, sweet chili sauce, and the ability to go to bars made me miss Sydney. But for the most part mommy was right when she said, “it’s time to bring your ass home.” I was a bit ready for New York, although I did get restless at home. I used my extra time wisely, sleeping, catching up with family/friends, networking and looking up summer internships. It was boring at times but do-able.
Now coming back to the Wheaton bubble is a different story. I feel like a new student all over again; I see people I’ve never seen before and I’m on a different campus. In a way I thought life on campus stopped and would resume as I left it when I came back – FALSE. The first week was the hardest, and its only week three. Ain’t nothing to it but to do it. I know things change, people change and at the end of the day it’s ok. It hit me that this whole school experience is fast and temporary, so make it worth every minute, and make adjustments where need be! I’m embracing my brand new/oldness at Wheaton, and finding my place once again. I know I'm back in the states, but that doesn't mean this is the end of the blog... :)
Sydney taught me about me, and that’s all I wanted.
Until we meet again.
Until we meet again.
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