Two weeks of classes left before two weeks of break and then two weeks of finals. And then home.
But it’s interesting. “Home,” evasive as it has been for me the past four years of my life, seems never to stop shifting for me.
When my parents came to visit, I noticed that this place has become my home. I’m not a tourist here. I do touristy things sometimes, but even then I return home to Aix. And that’s the thing about study abroad I most definitely didn’t think about or anticipate.
I’m not just a student. Or a bystander. Or “an American.”
I am a resident.