I’ve been home for about two weeks now, and settling back in with my family and my old routines has been a very interesting experience. I find myself thinking back to the places I’ve been and looking at my pictures pretty constantly. I’ve missed England from the moment I left, and experience has shown me that that feeling isn’t going away any time soon. I miss England in the same way I miss Italy.
I’m always looking through my pictures, real or in my memory, because I’m amazed at how beautiful places can be. I have never thought of my hometown as beautiful, but every place I’ve traveled has been absolutely breathtaking. Even the view out of my flat’s window in Hertfordshire was spectacular at times.
When people travel, they always talk about how much more beautiful the places they travel are than their homes. But I have realized that isn’t necessarily true. Since coming back from my study abroad I’ve notices how amazing my home town can be. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been gone for five months, but I’m appreciating my surroundings in a way I didn’t before.
I’ve realized that the view from my window in Oklahoma can be pretty great too.