Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colorful, amazing,
overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in
country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply
learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a
paper, trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust,
you have the
strength to endure a year on your own, endure a year of being
everything that mattered to you before. Trust that you will have
that everything’s going to be alright. And it is seeing this trust
thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those
costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re
here and not
back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back
home. How that
boy is going to react when you see him again. About who’s
where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the
you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things.
everybody at home is doing.
people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like
alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those
actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even
have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay
Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people
who make fun
of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your
giving a damn.
Those people you ignore. And those people who invite you to
Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host
It’s hearing your little host sister asking where her big sister is.
people from all over the world. It’s cooking food from your
and not messing up.
exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide
people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and
who become your friends even though you don’t see them that
not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
something you will never forget, something that will always be a
part of you.
It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter
from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere.
And that it
only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or
year. And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are
person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand
been through it.