I have had a dream for a long time. This dream involved tiny cars and stone buildings...and people speaking with interesting accents. I have thought of studying abroad since I began to consider the idea of studying. If I am going to be in a classroom I might as well be in a foreign land right?
This idea has been floating around for awhile. Yet it always seemed to come to be a a hypothetical one. Would I like to go to England to study abroad? YES! Of course. What a foolish question. So why wasn't I? This summer when I thought of returning to my little college on the hill I was met with a sinking sensation. Was I limiting myself through my choice of colleges? Last year the smallness was perfect. Going from a class of 3 to a class of 400 was quite a large leap, but I made it! And now it seemed like I needed a change, a challenge, and an environment that inspires me to grow into a person whom I respect.
Then came Michael. Although our meeting was slightly unorthodox our friendship was/is something that inspires 12 hour conversations that fly by as if we've been talking for five minutes, and a bond that is more than just skin deep. Michael also just happens to live in England...
Sooo... long story short I am going to England for six months. I am off to study psychology, and to learn how to impersonate the english accent to my best abilities.... well mostly the first part. I cannot believe that I will in fact be going to ENGLAND!! It's amazing.. I'm 20 and off to a the a new world (the old one officially).
The reality that I will in fact actually be going is something that has not quite sunk in.. It will be an adjustment, but it is an adjustment that I am thrilled to make.
England here I come!
~hawk out
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