As I lay here in my extremely uncomfortable bed- literally, I can feel every spring of the mattress digging into my sides- in Oxford, my mind is so awake but my body so tired. Maybe it was the coffee I drank not too long ago with Kate, my sociology tutor. Maybe because I’m too excited for this next month. Whatever it is, it’s keeping me up.
I have exactly a week and half a day left here in Oxford. I leave for Marseille next Saturday with Kari as we embark on our 10-day summer kick off. But all I can think of right now is how badly I want to be back with my family, best friends, and Ryan.
But, I keep telling myself to live in the moment and soak up all Oxford still has yet to offer me- which I am, and as I was walking down the oh-so-familiar St Aldates and Abingdon road, I almost started to cry. I can’t believe I have only one week left at this beautiful school of my dreams. I can’t believe I actually was able to go to the school of my dreams. Not everyone gets to say they were able to fulfill such a thing. Nothing will compare to the feeling of being able to walk past massive tour groups into the world famous Bodleian libraries, knowing you (and an extremely minuscule percentage of the world) are allowed to walk through the doors, and they aren’t. I love it here. Even though its freezing and it rains and even snows, it’s so worth it. I have never walked so much in my life- or at least I don’t think so. And I’ll miss it. That dreaded 25 min walk home in 0 degree weather (Celsius, because we’re in da UK yo!) has become such a part of my daily routine that I’m gonna miss it. A lot. And walking by Christ Church everyday?? Oh my, I’ll never be able to say I see a castle on my way to school ever again. Even my college, St Catz, has grown on me a tremendous amount. It’s definitely not the prettiest college- actually it’s very far from it- but the people and the experiences I’ve had there are just amazing. I’ll miss sitting in hall with all my friends, standing up when all the fellows walk in, and always flinching when they hit the gavel after the Latin prayer. Of course, none of you will understand what I just described, but that’s part of the beauty of it. The city of Oxford has such a charm about it. The random graveyard on Broad street. The homeless man that always sings “Stand by me” and makes me wanna cry. This brings me back to our orientation two months ago when we first arrived. The director of OPUS, the program through which we all came through to be here, Deepak, was right about one thing. Even if we were to come back to Oxford in the future- whether it be for work, studies, or travel- it will never be like the experience we are having right now. This is the first time we will fall completely in love with Oxford and we will never forget it. Well, he was right: I absolutely love it here and I couldn’t have said it any better.
On that note, this last week will be extremely bittersweet. I just need to live in the moment and take in everything of Oxford before it’s too late.
I’m still stoked to go home though, just saying.