Although I have been a horrible blogger this year, it is now time to wrap up this blog. After 3 years of sharing my views on British culture, teaching and travelling it is time for me to pack my bags and move back home.
Everyone is asking if I'm excited or sad and truth be told, it's a bit of both. England has been a huge part of my life-I made incredible friends, loved and lost, experienced new cultures, filled up pages in my passport and ate a lot of fish and chips. Most importantly, I got to spend 3 years doing what I love- teaching. Even though it wasn't always easy, I never regretted any of it and have come through the experience a much stronger teacher and person.
This will be the toughest part of me going home- not teaching. Not to say I will never teach, but it is a possibility for my future. It is something I have worked towards since I was 5 years old and the only thing I've wanted to do (besides being a waitress for a short period when I was little). Facing the prospect that I may be giving it up for good is terrifying. So what do I want people know? I will get through it. I may be sad, mad and frustrated but it doesn't mean I don't want to be home, I'm just adjusting- be patient and I'll find my way again. The benefits of family outweigh my career aspirations.
I read all these blogs from people who spent years abroad and then return home and everyone says the same thing- the adjustment period is hard. When I left Canada my friends and I had just graduated and were starving students living with our parents indefinitely. Now I have friends who are married, engaged, in long term relationships, being their own houses or even just following dreams and scoring teaching jobs near to home. Heck, when I left my sister was a wife and now she's also a mother! But I've changed too. I'm excited and terrified to come back and see how my new life fits in with their new lives- but more excited to celebrate their accomplishments with them.
3 years. 17 countries. Unforgettable memories.
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