Jeg ser det at bloggen har blitt helt nedprioritet den siste tiden, og at jeg har vært utrolig dårlig til å blogge. Hadde faktisk glemt av hele bloggen. Ble overasket av å se bloggen faktisk fortsatt har lesere i det hele tatt haha. Beklager så dårlig oppdatering, men har strengt tatt ikke hatt tid. Skal prøve å oppdatere litt mer fremover.
Til helgen reiser jeg på forberedelses seminar med utvekslingsorganisasjonen Into-education. Gleder meg til å møte flere andre i samme situasjon, og til å få litt mer informasjon om hele opplegget, og få svar på spørsmål angående det kommende året. Fant denne teksten på bloggen til June (sjekk den ut her) og hun hadde lest den på en facebook gruppe for utvekslingselever. Vet den er lang, men synes den var veldig bra, og den gir et godt innblikk i tankene til en utvekslingselev. For meg som ikke har reist ennå, hjelper den meg og med å forstå bedre hvordan neste semester vil bli, og til å forberede meg mentalt på en måte haha.
"Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colorful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way. Exchange is understanding.
Exhange is learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper, trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have strenght to endure a year on your own, endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to you before. Trust that you will have friends. Trust that everything's going to be alright. And it is seeing this trust being justified.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you're here and not back home. About how it's going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who's hanging out where this weekend. At first who's invinting you at all. And in the end where you're supposed to go, when you're invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you. Thinking about what's right and what's wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you're marks don't count. (Her vil jeg bare påpeke at i mitt tilfelle vil karakterene være avgjørende på om jeg får året godkjent og stipend eller ikke) About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone's place until midnight. Someone you didn't even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you're an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren't worth you giving a damn.Those people you ignore. And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is falling in love. With your new amazing, wild, beautiful country. And realizing how much you love your home country.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you've ever met. It is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It's feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It's talking to people you don't like. It's trying to be nice all the time. It's bugs.. and bears. It's cold, freezing cold. It's homesickness, it's awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn't talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It's feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow.. It's knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It's meeting people from all over the world. It's having a place to stay in almost every country of the world. It's getting 1 new familie. One of them being a huge group of the most awesome teenagers in the world. It's cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It's seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those epeople who become your absoulute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost and hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can't do, things you don't understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse... Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be. Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And at the same time it can be the worst.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exhange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they're from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year. And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an indepentent person. Finally. And it's trying to explain that to your parents."
Exchange is not a year in your life. It's a life in one year.