I haven’t been homesick since I was at my first overnight camp circa year 2000, North Carolina. But in fairness to third grade me, that camp was awful. I saw more snakes on that camping trip than I have in my entire stay in Australia, whippersnappers were everywhere. We would swim in this pond-creek type garbage we called a swimming pool, which was where a great deal of water snakes happened to live. I was pretty fed up, as Samuel L Jackson would say, “I’m tired of these mother fudging snakes in our mother fudging swimming pool.”
Now although this isn’t the fondest memory of America, I am still starting to miss my family, kinda. It’s more so their homes cooked meals and free shelter, but never the less their warmth and comfort of almost conditional love will be greatly appreciated upon the next time I see them. There’s nothing like a finals week to make you feel right at home, but the feeling of finals nostalgia is insufficient. I still miss a number of things from back home, my basketball, my automatic car, Mexican food, and the self-portrait that overlies my bed that I made in the second grade. Yup, younger me was really great, being young in general was, when mistakes were nothing more than a funny joke. But now as I head back to American civilization and finish my last quarter I will be entering the real world, where a simple mistake can spark a lifelong mild grudge.
This Australian-Cal Poly quarter really snuck up on me. It was about this time last year that I applied to study abroad. While I was busy battling GPA requirements and class prerequisites in order to ensure my seat in an Australian classroom, I lost track of time and was ill prepared for the many new unexpected things I would encounter. I remember holding up my glass in celebration of the New Year alongside my best friend, then suddenly sitting coach in the back of a United Air Bus. The trip had finally begun and my seven weeks in Adelaide began to unfold.
Much like I came to Adelaide, I’m leaving just the same, unprepared. The only difference being that I’m not pissing with excitement about leaving, but unfortunately my personal opinion will not change much as my life is currently confined by airline tickets. These seven weeks though I’ve been rolling with the tides, throwing myself at the world to find out what I will see, who I will meet, and where fate will take me.
It’s really hard to live in the moment. Time flies, and looking back everything is a blur of streaking colors, a vortex of thought. But as I pack my bags to head to the Adelaide Airport one last time, I look back and think of all the memories I’ve made. Because no matter how quick the relative time seemed to go by in Adelaide, my memories of my 2015 Cal Poly Study Abroad in Australia will last forever.
Now this onion is finally peeled. Although I once believed the core to be the best part, I find my views to be inaccurate, because the best part can’t be followed by the worst part—the end. There is no sweetest part of an onion; it’s about the journey, the adventure and enjoying the flavor of each layer along the way. I went through layer upon layer, side by side with fun people and cool teachers, holding onto the many koala souvenirs, friends, photos, and thoughts I’ve acquired along the way. I can’t tell you everything I learned, but I will tell you this: we are all stars, burn bright, but not too bright, no matter what you think, any star can be seen at the right time of night.