We all know I suck at goodbyes (hence this post coming 28 days after I've returned home). I normally avoid those goodbye parties, thinking up some lame excuse like "Oh, is that tonight? I have to work", then I meet up with you at the last possible minute to give you a massive bear hug and tell you how much I'll miss you. I'm that one-on-one type of goodbye person. This is no exception.
Swansea goodbye, I've been avoiding you.
Here it goes.
Dear all Welsh, British, Austrian, German, and Americans that I met whilst abroad:
We loved, we laughed, we cried (mostly in our last week together), and we became family. Four months ago, on September 7th, I stepped off the plane in Cardiff, and knew nobody. Just having met Sandy and Alex, I was thinking-"Nick. You know nobody on this island. You are crazy". Cut to December 21- I was avoiding stepping back on the plane to fly home. Because, in my mind, Swansea was home. You were my Swansea family, and I'll forever love you.
From Allison's salmon dinners to the "dramatic, less ghetto" dance off's in flat 97 to the endless supply of Bailey's and hot chocolate in our flat (and those wonderful 1am talks with Kate)- Swansea, you were real.
So, here it is. My last study abroad blog post.
It's been amazing.
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