When I look back on my time in the United States, I feel so incredibly lucky to have lived abroad. I think living in a different country makes you grow as a person, especially when you’re in your early twenties, and only just discovering who you are. I’ve learned so much about the world and myself, and although I’m sure I’ll shed a tear tomorrow, there’s heaps of other countries calling my name, and I’m itching to head off on a new adventure.
I’ve had some incredible experiences here, and while I’m trying to leave with dignity (as opposed to being deported for overstaying my visa), it’s hard leaving a place where I’ve done so many amazing things.
As much fun as I’ve had here, all good things must come to an end, and I’m excited to catch up with my family, earn some money and explore Australia.
I’m definitely going to come back to America though. I have a list of things I want to do, including a visit to my host kids, finally seeing the Grand Canyon, taking the tour through Alcatraz, clubbing in New York, visiting friends in Chicago, and a road trip through the southern states.
So America…this isn’t “goodbye.” It’s “see you soon.”
Now I better get back to my packing.