Anotha one

 I can write about anything right now. Normally Id write about the readings or about my time tutoring at EMK or about what we talked about in class or just about whatever the prompt is. This week, however, I havent started the long reading yet, EMK was on school break, we spent the whole week editing, and there is no prompt (that I am aware of). This means I can write about absolutely anything. I am trying to think about anything of significance that has happened to me in the past week. I started my Job at a restaurant at the prudential center. My parents came up from NJ to visit me. I went to class and did homework. I watched the movie Shutter Island with Leonardo DiCaprio. Nothing in itself extremely intriguing or compelling enough to write an entire blog post about. 

I do have to say that the visit from my parents has me feeling very nostalgic. Especially last night when I forced myself to go to bed early, I found my mind racing about the past. We have been in Boston for a month and a half now. This is half of the time that we spent in Greece. We have been back in the US for 2 months, although it feels much longer. It almost feels like we never even left at all. Everything that happened in Greece feels like one big fever dream. I remember the first week back home I felt so out of place. It was so strange to wake up in my own room, in my comfortable bed, in the suburbs, to my dog scratching on my door. I was used to the sounds of the city waking me up, in my rock solid queen olga bed, with my roommate sleeping only 5 feet away. Adjusting back wasn’t hard but it has taken until now for me to really realize how different life was. 

Being able to live and study in a foreign country, travel without adults, and meet new people taught me a lot. But my experience in Greece hasn’t stopped teaching me things yet. One of the hardest things it has taught me is how to move on. The adjustment back to the US wasn't hard because of the language, food, or culture changing, but It was challenging to accept that my time in Greece was over. It’s interesting to think about having a hard time ‘accepting’ something that is so physical. It is hard to move on from such an amazing experience. There is a fine line between reflecting on the experience and taking away what I learned vs fixating on it and being sad. The cheesy saying of don’t be sad that it's over be happy because it happened fits in here. I have found the best way to prevent fixating and being sad it to emphasize and spend more time thinking about the exciting things I have planned for the future. As Well as taking time to be grateful for being in Boston and being on campus.