The first time I went to Paris I went by myself. I left my mum at the Eurostar and cried all the way through security and passport control. I didn't want to look back because then she would see me crying, and I would most likely see her crying. At the time the queue of people around me were either very confused, or pitying me for this young display of emotion.
Today I have officially moved out for my gap year, and despite still living with housemates it's the first long period of time without my family. This time I was left by my mum at the door and we both cried ridiculous amounts. Although reading this it probably sounds stupid that we cried so much, considering I'll be back home in three months, but after spending the summer counting down the days to my independence I realise now that I am closer to my family than I ever thought.
The adventure of being sixteen and off to Paris, and being eighteen on a gap year draws the parallels of excitement at first, and then realisation as it happens, that this is what it is like to be an adult. You miss your normal bed, your normal mug collection and your dinners watching tv with your siblings. But I just have to make the most of being somewhere I've dreamed of this past six months. Make it the most beneficial networking experience of my life.
If you know me you know I just about cry at anything, so writing this is proving difficult as I am slightly blinded by tears but hopefully I'll stop crying soon.
G.
The first time I went to Paris I went by myself. I left my mum at the Eurostar and cried all the way through security and passport control. I didn't want to look back because then she would see me crying, and I would most likely see her crying. At the time the queue of people around me were either very confused, or pitying me for this young display of emotion.
Today I have officially moved out for my gap year, and despite still living with housemates it's the first long period of time without my family. This time I was left by my mum at the door and we both cried ridiculous amounts. Although reading this it probably sounds stupid that we cried so much, considering I'll be back home in three months, but after spending the summer counting down the days to my independence I realise now that I am closer to my family than I ever thought.
The adventure of being sixteen and off to Paris, and being eighteen on a gap year draws the parallels of excitement at first, and then realisation as it happens, that this is what it is like to be an adult. You miss your normal bed, your normal mug collection and your dinners watching tv with your siblings. But I just have to make the most of being somewhere I've dreamed of this past six months. Make it the most beneficial networking experience of my life.
If you know me you know I just about cry at anything, so writing this is proving difficult as I am slightly blinded by tears but hopefully I'll stop crying soon.
G.
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Sunday 3 September 2017
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Diary
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