When I turned twenty, I was very happy to leave my teenage years behind. Puberty had felt like a long, frustrating, and exhausting battle. It is not easy being half- or fully grown up without having the actual rights and power of an adult. As a teenager, I had felt trapped in a world of helplessness, hormones, and chaos – and I wasn’t even your typical storm-out-of-the-room-and-slam-the-door kind of teenager. Continue reading
As per tradition, my blog post includes a collection of personal experiences and stories from my time studying abroad. Since we have well passed the first half year of the academic year, I decided to dedicate this piece to six things I’ve learned from six months in England. Continue reading
Years ago, when I was still a teenager dreaming about a fairy tale future, I decided I could never go and live abroad. It would be too hard to leave my friends behind, and I would not have the heart to do it.
Last November, after I’d been living abroad for about two months, I wrote the following after a desperately needed walk;
“…while I was out on my walk I was overcome with a feeling of deep love for this city and how it has welcomed me with many wonderful new experiences, opportunities and friends. At the same time I felt completely heartbroken that I wasn’t able to share this newfound love with my best friends from home. And that’s what being homesick is like for me.” Continue reading
Last July I went through one of the strangest experiences in my life: I booked a one-way flight to England. This meant that, in September, I was going to have to leave my country and all of my friends and family behind, and start a completely new life in Sheffield. Continue reading