There are 365 days in a year.
The average person in the UK lives for 80 years.
For those of you who aren’t as skilled with a calculator as I am, that’s over 29,000 days that each person is gifted with. So, when you look at the big picture of life, one year, 365 days is fairly insignificant.
However, as we all know, it only takes one day to change your life.
This is the summary of the 365 days that changed my life.
So, for those of you who have been following this blog religiously, you’ll know that I’ve had a pretty busy year. In the last 12 months (give or take) I’ve been on 19 different planes. I’ve spent time in 3 different countries. I’ve met hundreds of new people. I’ve grown an extra inch (I know, I know, but I swear, I don’t sleep in a grow-bag!)
I’ve spent 2 weeks on a mission trip in South Africa. I’ve spent 4 weeks doing various missions in Northern Ireland. I’ve spent 40 days in Grenoble, France, and of course, I lived in Valencia, Spain for nine wonderful months.
It’s impossible to say what has been the highlight of this last year, there are too many spectacular moments to count. The road-trip with Adam and Patrick to the south of Spain, bonding with the team in South Africa, making new friendships and renewing old ones, working with some incredible kids in IES Federica Montseny, international rooftop barbecues, even getting free food on my Emirates flights! It has been a year of real highs, without a doubt.
Like everything, though, there have been low points. Leaving my family was wrenching, and the homesickness was difficult to deal with at times, but thankfully the high points far outweighed the lows.
I think I have changed, although my Mum might disagree! I think that I have grown up a lot. Don’t get me wrong, inside I’m still a twelve year old, and can still be a complete child at times, but I think in the important things, I have matured. I have learnt how to be independent and that even though I’m an adult that it’s OK to miss home when you’re away. I’ve developed my Spanish to a more advanced level, which is great, although I somehow managed to return home with an English accent. I know that I’m now capable of doing anything that I set my mind to. I have more confidence in myself, not only with speaking Spanish, but my myriad of body issues no longer seem as important. (Once you’ve had some random person approach you in the street and say to your face “Madre mía, que grande!/ Oh my word, look at the size of you!” you learn to walk with your head held high!) Most importantly of all, I now know how to work a washing machine, and to the endless surprise of myself, I have managed not to turn anything pink (yet!)
I can’t really describe the sensation of being in a country by yourself, far away from your friends, family and all that you hold dear, and knowing that nobody speaks the same language as you. Some people might find that freeing, but they’re idiots. It’s absolutely bone-chillingly terrifying. Mercifully though, you acclimatize, and by the end of your time there, when you return to your home country, and your native language, it’s a really weird being surrounded by English-speaking folks again. At the least it means that when you’re gossiping about someone’s hair they can understand you, and will have no qualms in turning round and laying you out!
I’ve now got to the stage of this post where I’m wondering if it’s making any sense at all, so I’m gonna tell you a joke, to alleviate the boredom that you’re no doubt experiencing.
How many Spanish people does it take to change a light bulb?
…
Just Juan!
Now that’s over with, I’ll resume my long and rambling reflection!
First of all I’d like to say thank you to a few people.
Adam, Matt and Patrick (also featuring Lasse, Martin, Schmidt and Daniela)- you guys were the best flat mates that I could have hoped for. You made my time in Valencia so, so, so special, and I’ll never be able to express how glad I am that we became a little family! Barraca 8 for life guys!
Joa, Montse, Gemma, Carmen and all the other teachers at IES FM- I cannot express how happy my time in IES FM was. It is no doubt because of the way you welcomed me into the staff room, and looked after me. You were always there if I needed help, and introduced me to the Spanish way of life! Muchas gracias.
Mum & Dad- thank you for always being there. Whether it be in the picture on my bedside table or your little faces on Skype, I know that there is no way that I could have done this all without your reassurances. I love you guys.
And to everyone else, thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers over this last year. Thank you for sending me letters, care packages and drawings. Thank you for taking the time and expense to come and visit me. You’ll never know how much I appreciated hearing from you on Facebook, Skpye or any of the other many methods of communication available!
Secondly, if you’re just about to leave on your year abroad, do not worry at all. You may be worried, but the experience is so, so worth it. You’ll change in ways you didn’t think were possible, and you will grow up. You’re jumping into the deep end, but trust me, you’ll float!
The same applies to anyone else who has ever considered moving abroad! The juice is worth the squeeze!
To everyone and anyone who has ever read one of these entries, thank you. So much.
This might be my last entry for a while. I started this blog to keep you all updated on my adventures throughout the last year, and now that final year looms, I can’t imagine that I can find the time to update this. I have enjoyed the experience immensely, and writing this has been a very cathartic experience. Who knows? Maybe in the future I’ll pack my bags again and will have lots of adventures to tell you about.
Thanks again,
Rachel x