Well, here I am three weeks after returning to the states….I miss Oxford more and more every day, honestly. Whether a song on the radio, a random memory, or the epic amount of money I owe my parents from the trip….I think about it constantly.
The Monday after returning, I immediately started spending basically all day every day at the sorority house doing rush stuff. That kept me busy and exhausted, so I didn’t have a lot of time to think about the trip. I managed to unpack at the same time, and somehow got over my jet lag…but it wasn’t fun to say the least.
As soon as rush was over there were meetings and trainings and appointments then classes. Throw in a little bit of being social…and well, it’s been hectic.
I’m ready to get back to going to the gym regularly and eating a healthy diet…let’s just say Hot and Tasty shack and beer every day didn’t really help out my routine I had going before my trip.
Now I’m working and taking classes and my weeks are scheduled and structured and super busy. Definitely a change from Oxford.
After coming back, I saw Bobby first…we went to see Harry Potter again during rush workshop week. I later saw Elizabeth at El Rincon, then Candice came to my bid night party with me, and Sarah and I finally saw each other the Thursday after classes started. I run into other people around campus, and it’s weird that we all have this bond now. Really cool though. I mean, it was the same with Brazil, but there were only 4 of us then.
Last night John threw a reunion where several of us showed up….it was a little weird (Sarah and Candice couldn’t come) but we watched the videos of the last night there and caught up a bit…I plan to throw another reunion soon where even more people can come. It was a weird, fun, sad experience…
I’m even doing my CBH independent research project on Oxford.
Looking back, Oxford was one of the best experiences of my life. It truly was. I want to talk about it all the time, to anyone that will listen. I’m actually probably really annoying because people don’t want to hear all my stories.
I love wearing my Oxford dresses too
Right now, I wish I was in my dorm room at Worcester, getting ready for a night out with the girls at the Bridge or Kukui, with Hot and Tasty Shack to look forward to, then a couple hours sleep before inhaling apple juice and delicious breakfast before fighting to stay awake through English and going on some adventure with Arts of Oxford, then naps and adventures and cramming in homework, then starting it all over again. Oh well, I’ll always have the memories.
Oh, city of dreaming spires, how I can’t wait to return one day.
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