Less than one week left. It feels as if time has flown by. I hasn't really hit me until this past week when I realized goodbyes to places and people may be permanent. The thought makes me sad honestly.
Things I'm going to miss: being forced to be active and walk places, the accents and phrases that I've only just now gotten used to, the rolling hill landscape, the beach being 3 miles away, the wild sheep roaming around, the cheap Tesco food, the tea/biscuit culture, the environmental awareness norms (the McDonald here has paper straws!!!), the kindness of the locals, the easier class schedule, the rainbow after quick rain, having my own space, cheap flights to and from places in Europe, my neighbors, my volunteer crew, my volleyball team, my Parkrun family, and especially my flatmates.
Things I'm not going to miss: the money exchange rate, cooking for myself, relying on public transport, the rain, and not having to worry about thesis.
Things I'm excited about: finally meeting my niece, being with my family, AMI conference in January, my Peace Corps interview in a week or so, graduating, and sharing my experience abroad with anyone who is willing to listen.
The only thing that has remained the same about on/about me since I left is my toe nail polish and my earrings that I have yet to take off.