I've Grown Accustomed to Her Looks, Accustomed to Her Voice, Accustomed to Her Face

01 July 2011 13:25

Hey Everyone,

The day I thought would never come is finally here. I'm sitting in LHR listening to the "My Fair Lady" soundtrack while waiting for my flight's gate to open, so I can board it and head on home to sunny, 90 degrees F and rising SoCal...permanently. Well, semi-permanently since I'll be moving back up to that foggy city that's pretty much become my new home and then I'll be there....permanently (ok, probably semi-permanently again here but nevermind).

Anyway, this past week everyone's been asking me about how I feel about leaving Oxford and returning to the States for my senior/final year (another life thing I thought would never come) of university. I really don't know how I feel about it. I guess the best answer is "mixed feelings." On the one hand I'm excited about seeing my family, catching up with old friends, moving into my own apartment, getting back to work with my awesome co-workers (yes, I love my job, don't judge me =P), and finishing my degree (you have no idea how many silent "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"'s are running through my head right now), but on the other hand, I'm sad about leaving England and all the wonderful people I met behind. To be honest, when I first came to England, I didn't really feel entirely at home. Even though I was extremely thrilled about being a student at Oxford, a long time dream of mine, there were still a few days where I really just wanted to jump back on a plane to SFO and run back to my summer apartment with my awesome roommates, friends and Bigs the Cat. And then I don't know really know what happened. I guess I "grew accustomed" to it in a way like Professor Higgins did with Eliza Dolittle. Probably more than accustomed to it actually. Like a dream, so much happened in such a short period of time. I did a sport I had never considered doing before and fell in love with it. I visited places and saw beautiful sights I never imagined I would visit in this lifetime. I read over 10 novels (which included Thackeray's "Vanity Fair" and Dickens's "Bleak House") in 9 months and wrote papers on at least a quarter of them, a feat I never thought I would accomplish. And somewhere in all this, England started feeling more and more like home. I'm sure a large part of it has to do with the people. I met and became friends with some of the most wonderful, spectacular, hilarious and kind people in the entire world. And they came from all over the world too. I don't think I've ever spent so many days in a row laughing my head off as I have here, and I made so many new friends, some of them I would even consider as best friends. So thanks, guys. =)

I'm going to miss Oxford and all the friends that I've made there, but I have this funny feeling that it's not quite over yet. So hopefully, this is only a "see you later" to England and all of those fabulous people. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. =)

In the meantime, I have no idea what the next year is going to bring, but I think I've grown up just a litle bit more this past year and hopefully it's enough to tackle anything SF can throw at me. Plans for Tea & Nutmeg then? Well, I think this blog has run it's course, so thank you to everyone who kept up with my often silly adventures. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did. Who knows, maybe I'll start another blog just for kicks and giggles.

So for the last time on this place,

Thanks and Cheers,

Nutmeg <3