Last Updated on June 21, 2019 by Steven Vargas
AIFS Student Blogger, Steven Vargas, talks about his own emotional process after returning from studying in London at Shakespeare’s Globe.
SHOCK & SADNESS
- Wow, I am really back?
- Why are people driving on the other side of the street? Oh wait, that’s how it’s supposed to be.
- I almost got ran over because I looked the wrong way when crossing the street.
- I stepped back into my dingy apartment to my dead succulent. My roommate forgot to water it. I ended up crying because of something so small. In reality, I was just sad I was back home and wanted to go back.
- A tear.
- I saw my water bottle I bought in the airport.
- I cried.
- A friend I made in London texted me asking how my day went and if I was back home.
- I sobbed.
- When I went to take a shower, I dug out a pound and few pence from my pocket.
- I lost it.
- I resorted to my friend’s place to rant about my roommate for messing up the apartment. Reality is, it was the roommate before him that did it. At the moment, I enjoyed blaming it on him.
- I got on my computer and started finding other opportunities to go back to London.
- I, then, furiously planned when I’d go back to the floral bodega to get another succulent, hoping the owner would not get mad at me when she finds out I killed the other one. I only met her once, but I felt we really connected.
- I messaged all of the friends I made in London about what I was going through. They understood.
- I talk obnoxiously about my time in London.
- It is always on my mind and I ease it into almost every conversation.
- I’m incredibly obnoxious.
SECOND WAVE SADNESS WITH A LITTLE MADNESS
- Every time my friend from London texts me, I wither a little.
- I cried a little bit more.
- I grabbed a journal I bought in the UK and saw the symbol for the British pound on the back.
- I got even more sad.
- I walked into a Starbucks expecting to find a toasty.
- I got a little furious, but also broke down a little bit.
- My boss brought in a container with an 18 count of croissants. They were a sad replacement for the ones you can find at every bakery in London.
- I wanted to throw them at the wall.
- Looked at my bank account and realized how expensive not working for a month got.
- Plotted a way to pay for first month’s rent in my new apartment in August.
- I told myself I will make it back to London.
- I don’t know when.
- I will have to work just as hard to make it back.
- I am working hard to make it back, because my story in London does not end here.