I think it will be helpful to spend time at home, to do an internship that I’m excited about, and to have time to reflect on my freshman year of life before going back to the next year. I’m not worried that I’ve made any poor decisions, but I am confused at how little sense my emotions seem to make in this situation. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder…even if it’s just the thought of an absence that’s doing it for me!
Up until a few months ago, I wasn’t sure if I would be visiting the U.S. this summer. I was fine with staying here, and didn’t feel at all homesick. But then I found out that I would have a vacation in August, and began to plan a trip to Chicago for a month. Once that was on the horizon, I suddenly started thinking of all the things I was excited to do at home. Go biking, eat real peanut butter, read the New York Times in print…. Then a few weeks ago, I decided to spend two whole months in Chicago instead of just one this summer so that I could do an internship, which seems to be the best option in terms of my career and of how my schedule works out. Just two days ago, I bought my plane ticket to leave on June 27th. Now that I have the ticket in my hands, I keep thinking of things I want to do not in Chicago, but in Casablanca. Can you believe, there’s even an Indian restaurant here I haven’t been to yet? I’d better start a list!