Hold on we’re going home

Everyone at home had watery eyes. I guess we are kind of those people who cry. Me and my family, we are emotional.
I was in a rush, like always. I don’t know if I will ever learn. Putting the last things in my suitcase, two actually, big ones. The number lock got stuck and we couldn’t open it…problems at the last minute. After we break it and found some key locks we were on our way, my parents and my sister. It was kind of weird saying goodbye. But I wasn’t sad. I was excited and happy to try something new. I can still remember queuing to board on my plane and looking at them. I felt andrenaline. It was my first time flying alone. I felt like I was doing something special, like I have some serious business abroad. The feeling was good. During the flight I was reading brochures about my country, which I got at tourist’s office in my town. I was preparing myself to tell my foreign family about Slovenia. In the end they were not very interested in it.
I flew from sunny Slovenia to rainy and foggy England…how tipical. But I was impressed by the view outside my window, of green plains and brick houses.

Staying here was great. My time was divided into two parts, completely different experiences. The first period was more exciting, everything was new, lots of new people, parties, new environment. The second half more quite and being on my own.
I did many things, met a lot of great people whom I’m going to miss a lot. I can say that my life would be nicer with them near me. But I suppose life is just not fair and gives you cool things in different parts of the world.
Tonight is my last night sleeping in this bed, spending time in this awesome room…having my own small apartment!
I got used to living in this house, driving on the left, cooking on their gas stove, speaking English, drinking from their cups, etc. I made a life here, I have habits that will change when I get home.
I am going to miss driving this car, see the surroundings on my way to school, fast and good public transport, the leisure centre. Most importantly, I am going to miss the girls and my friends. I have one more week…to say goodbye to everybody and to do things that I won’t do again.