2 years ago I had the challenge of packing what had been my entire life for the last 19 years. I moved out of the house I had called my home for my entire life. I left everything I had ever known, my comfort zone, where I knew every km of the city I grew up in. And what a feeling that was.
Here I am, 2 year later in another country. Ive called Scotland my home for the last year, and will do so for another 3. But my time in student halls only lasted for a year, and Ive been so grateful for all the experiences Ive had here. Though it have been challenging at many times, and might not be the living condition Id chose again in the future it has been such a great year. Not only did I start a new chapter of my life as a university student, I also found myself to get to know a completely new city, a new country and a very new accent (scottish was not easy to understand in the beginning I can tell you!)
So even though its a quite different experience since last time, as I know I will come back soon and Im not leaving with the uncertainty I had when I left Paris, its always something different when you reach the end of something. To stand around in my nearly empty room, probably cleaner than it has been the entire year, and somehow so empty. Its almost hard to imagine that this 13m2 has been the place Ive found rest and felt most myself for the past 9 months. Having said goodbye to so many people, I do not know if Ill see again. And soon Ill be living in a new place that will somehow end up giving me the exact same feeling. Of course your home isn’t just a room or a flat, but the fact that a place that I entered as a complete stranger ended up being the place I loved cuddling up with a book in on a rainy Sunday, had my friends over for pancake mornings or even just woke in with my morning cup of coffee every single morning, feeling happy while looking over my 5th floor view. Its something. Something to wonder about when you’re at the end of it all, wondering if you got the best out of it you could. If I wasted too many moments in front of Netflix, too many talks complaining over my messy flatmates or just too many wishes for the future to happen sooner.
But no matter how many thoughts go through my mind as I sit here on my very last evening on 76 Old Hawkhill in Dundee, I have to be honest and tell you, surrounded by suitcases and empty drawers, that this year has been sich an incredible year and a truly great start to university life in Scotland. Im looking forward to coming back in September for sure (though I will definitely enjoy the next 2 months stress and essay free.