Well, in less than 24 hours, I will be on a plane to England, and I'm still waiting to wake up from this dream. I can honestly say that this is probably the first time in my life where I've ever felt like I can't predict what's going to happen next. I could picture college in San Francisco, imagine my first trip to Japan, but studying in England, in Oxford of all places... It's just too unreal for me.
I'm a little worried that I made the wrong decision in choosing to study in England. I feel like I should be studying in Japan, where a majority of my wonderful friends are currently studying, or graduating early, a very practical and financially smart decision. But I'm not. I'm going to England virtually all by myself to study literature and philosophy and theology, subjects which have almost nothing to do with my major of Asian Studies and Japanese. Hm, the more I think about it, the more worried I get.
I guess the only thing I can really do is (as Mel Brooks wisely put it) hope for the best and expect the worst. So first off, I'm hoping I make it to LHR in one piece, but I'm expecting to lose my luggage with my precious shoes and owl jewelry collection and to get horribly lost in the airport. I'm hoping to learn a lot while I'm over there, but I'm expecting my GPA to take a hit and possibly return with fewer credits than I planned, thus delaying my graduation. I'm hoping to have a great time, but I'm expecting to encounter many possibly painful bumps along the way. (I know it doesn't sound like I'm expecting the absolute worst in each situation, but in my head I really am.)
So to all the people I'm leaving behind, I miss you already, hope you have a great year and love you! And if anyone thinks they see my plane in tomorrow night's sky, feel free to make a wish on it. ^_-
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