15/11/2019 - 03:03 pm to 03:25 pm - Writing diary number 20.
This
subject very inspiring me, because it did me directly think to the last day I
passed in France before coming for one year live and study in Murcia. I left my
country precisely on September, 4th, around 6:30 am. I remember very well,
because even if I was exciting and impatient to discover my new city and my
future life in Spain, it was quite difficult to leave all I knew. Therefore, on
my last day there, I tried to enjoy a maximum with people I love and of all
that I liked around where I reside. I wanted to store lots of memories, images,
smells, sensations and take them with me to the other side of the border. To be
honest, I experienced it as a little heartbreak when I was in the plane,
because I saw the French territory at the very bottom and I was perfectly aware
that I would not return there for a very long time. But the worst thing is not
so much to leave your country, but to leave all your environment and your daily
life. Indeed, when I saw the plane leaving, I knew that I was leaving behind my
parents, my family, my lover, my friends, my associates, etc.... I felt as if I
was being taken away from the life I was leading, to settle down completely
elsewhere and that I had to start all over again. As time went on, I adapted
and reassured myself that I had only said goodbye to my country and not a
farewell.
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