Pains of Leaving

Driving away from the manor is the hardest when you don't know if you'll ever come back. We can hope and wish but you never know. 

Luckily last night was the perfect way to go out. With my roommates and a few other friends we scaled the roof and to the very top. And last night there was a meteor shower. It was do beautiful. I've never seen so many stars, let alone a meteor shower. I was so terrified because I was so high up but I was literally on top of a castle. I am so glad we climbed up there. #YOHO 

My war wounds from the stuff I've done the past week are reminders that even if there's nothing to do, there's something to do. My elbows, knees, legs, and a few spots on my face are proof that at Harlaxton you do things you'd never think. 

I had been studying for two days straight and the break from it and packing was much needed. My roommates were perfect. I couldn't have gotten a better luck of the draw. We all became so close at the end. And then I became so close with people from other schools. Telling them goodbye is the hardest part. It broke the dam. The tears still haven't really stopped. I don't know how to leave behind this semester. You can't just pack up Harlaxton in a bag. If you could it wouldn't be here. I'm so sad to be leaving. This semester had changed me so much. I'm excited for the adventures to come in the next week. They will be fun but also hard because I won't be returning to this beautiful manor. The journey I've been on has taught me a lot. 

This is a thank you to everyone who helped me along the way. I'm so grateful for this experience. 

Now onto Amsterdam and the Netherlands. Hopefully I find a map soon after arriving. 

Bise Bise