One more time with feelingRabat, Fall 2010
So I’m a crier. When I was little, I cried at losing, I cried when someone died in a movie, I cried when I was embarassed, I cried when I was frustrated. Now that I’m older, and obviously more mature, I’ve become someone who cries at goodbyes, at airports, and (still) at cheesy parts of the movie( when mufasa died, SO SAD).
Mostly at goodbyes though, which is going to be difficult this week, as it’s filled with lasts and goodbyes. And it’s hard, getting to this place where I feel comfortable, finally, and then leaving. Feeling that through the ups and the downs and the random outbursts and meltdowns of our small group, we helped each other adjust and survive, and thrive, even. And the words family and love come to mind, because this group has become my support group for these three months: people that I love to love and love to hate. But I won’t use those words, cause that would be too cheesy, and then I would of course cry.
So cheers! Here’s to study abroad, to the wonderful IES Rabat staff (SiBaghdadi and Fouad), our wonderfully patient professors, to new and scary learning experiences , and a wonderful, wonderful country.
I’ll be back, Morocco, inshallah إن شاء الله
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