So, here I am writing about my experience being back home, well in Santa Barbara. I will start out by saying that it was definitely one of my top vacations/trips. Usually when someone goes on a trip, it ends up being one of the best because that person learned something about themselves. Well, I did learn something about myself, as a matter of fact I think I learned many important things. And who would guess that I learned so much about myself and my friends just by returning home for a few short weeks.
In a way it was a little strange being back in Santa Barbara because nothing had changed. It was strange seeing all my middle school friends grown up, but I realized that true friendship isn't altered by time. When I left for Germany in the summer, I couldn't help but feel like I was going to get left behind. No one was coming with me and most of my friends where all going to be attending the same school. I am not afraid of being alone or being independent, I was afraid that my friends were all going to move on and that when I came back they would all be different and ready to continue on in their new environments. Yes, we all move on, but now I am sitting the in the Heathrow, London airport and I can say I have faith in those back home. They all inspire me in so many ways and bring me an unmeasurable amount of joy. Life is full of opportunities and experiences and each person should take a break from what's comfortable for them and then later return to what is comfortable and give thanks to what you have learned and how you have grown. I am lucky enough to have friends that believe in me and my abilities, just as I feel about them.
When I saw my friends over the break I came to understand that changing schools is difficult, especially after being at SBMS. I mean, who would ever want to leave??!!! Ok, when I graduated it was the definitely one of the best days I have experienced so far. I was so proud of myself and everyone around me. I believe this is a fairly rare thing. I have not many people who have great admiration for the people in their 9th grade class.
I was excited to go off to Germany, because I knew that I was ready. Middle school had prepared me in every way possible, and when I left I could see that it was just going to be me.
But, as I was saying, moving is not easy. It doesn't matter whether you just had a long night and the next day you feel like an overweight cow who doesn't want to move. Well, life is not fair, it moves fast, so if you spend the whole day waddling around the house the next day you might just hate yourself for it. Attending a new kindergarten is hard, or your first day of 1st grade. We are all accomplishing so much each day we wake up in the morning. ITS NOT EASY. If you think it's easy then I am sorry to say that you have problems. So, reader/readers if you are ever doubting yourself/selves I would stop, because living, being happy and content is not an easy task.
I am happy that I got a chance to see that I had been missing. My best friends, my mentors, and all my friends generous and loving parents, but most of all being able to appreciate where I come from. I was able to admire even the simplest things, and the funny thing is that they made me the most happy. Such as driving around with the window open, just feeling the air against my skin. Something thats not fun to do in Germany unless you want your face to fall off. I was able to walk on the beach and spend hours and hours with my beautiful friends.
Thanks to those who welcomed me home. It was perfect.
