You would not understand how it feels when you leave the country you've lived in since you were born. Or even, what your feelings express when you have to say goodbye to your family. A family that raised you during eighteen years. Your parents and siblings who saw you getting older, who supported you in each moment, in the best or worst ones, who helped you make the right decisions, the ones that can help you to find a good way in your life.
The day before leaving you realize that the only friend who's going to follow you is your 42lb-luggage. Packing your life in your suitcase is harder than you think.
After six months I can tell you that I will never regret it. So far it's the best experience of my life and I think it could always be.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange clothes, the strange food, the strange language. And if I'm writing that to you today, it's because I thought a lot about happiness. How do you know what a dream is if you've never accomplished one ? I just realized a big dream of mine and I couldn’t show you how much I’m thankful for that.
I have lived lots of new experiences during the semester I just spent in Canada.
I was part of a show which taught me what I needed to know about the Canadian culture. It always gives me chills because it was crazy to learn what happened to the blackfoot people when the Europeans came to live in North America. I’ve listened to lots of natives telling me how people tried to destroy the Indian culture. It was such a story which broke my heart. I finally received a native name: Nah kii pah kii, which means in their native language « gentle woman ».
I met a whole bunch of people who changed my life, or maybe just inspired it. The feeling of love and acceptance coming from a complete stranger is a feeling that I had never experienced, and one that I will never forget.
The one thing I will always remember is the smile that the handicapped people I worked with have on their face. Working with them was certainly one of the greatest blessings I have ever had. It was the most loving group of people I had ever encountered.
It’s been hard to say goodbye to so many people, friends and teachers at school, knowing that we may not see each other again for years, but the hardest by far was to say goodbye to my sweet host family. I will never forget how welcoming they were. They always made sure I was a part of their family and was comfortable, fed, and relaxed.
Today I just keep my hopes high that I will get to meet all those amazing people again one day, if our paths cross, even if I’m not quite sure when or where.
I feel so lucky that I had the time to discover what’s right and what’s wrong for me, to understand who I want to be and what I want to do. Now I think I’m ready to start my new life.
Today I realized how moving on is simple. It's what we leave behind that's hard. There is an end to all things no matter how much we want to hold on to them. My journey is over but the incredible memories that I made in Canada will never be taken away.