Yesterday was the halfway mark. Today marks officially eight weeks until I'm back in Canada.
How has it been eight weeks already? Has it been that long since I trudged through the Copenhagen airport, praying I would find someone who could speak English and could direct me to the train? Since I got lost in the middle of a town the size of Truro, just trying to find the grocery store? Since the first Friday I had here and started off my exchange with that wild night?
Pretty crazy.
Pretty crazy how much I've learned since I've been here.
Not just about being on my own (which I've found that I like), but about interacting with people and learning about them. About how to have patience and realize that everything will work itself out if I just relax. About how trivial my problems really are in the grand scheme of the world.
Today, I thought about where I was at this point last year. It now seems worlds away. And I realize it doesn't matter. There are so many bigger and better things going on in this world, that to spend my time dwelling on things that didn't go my way, is stupid and juvenile.
I mean, I was in Prague three days ago. I'm living in Europe. I'm actually doing this.
I've realized that what everyone tells you about being young is true. You can truly do whatever you want. I can hop a plane right now and go any place in the world. Everything is at our fingertips. For a long time, I've thought that I was held down by school responsibilities or the location of my family or my job. But those might have been excuses to stay where I was comfortable.
I will never regret the decision I made to come here. The leap of faith I took. Because at only eight weeks in, I feel like I'll be returning to Canada... not as a different person, but maybe with a different perspective.
Which was something that I definitely needed.
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