Being away from our parents is not an easy task, not only for the people that were attached to their parents back home, but for everyone.

We have been here for two weeks, and the collateral effects of the community exposure have started to pop up in some people, including myself. It is kind of hard to explain, but a few days ago we were just arriving at the school, excitement coming from every corner, smiles, happiness all together made the atmosphere feel like we were in a movie.

As the time went by I started to perceive some people feeling a little bit down. Almost as if an invisible wave of bad feelings was wandering around our houses. And I could not understand why.

A couple of days ago that wave struck me.

I could finally understand. Two weeks, and we begin to know every single one of our co-years, the house parents, the teachers, and the board. But not only that, some of us also start to realize that those people are our community, our family. The people we will be living with for two years. TWO YEARS!

We are all slowly getting overwhelmed by the academic routine, but most importantly each and every one of us has our own story, our own problems to care about, and that is why everybody responds differently to those bad waves.

Fortunately, I also came to understand the even though we might miss our families, it does not mean we want to go back home. And just because we cry, does not mean we want to run away from here.

At the end of the day, when you are at your worst you can find someone who is feeling just like you, and sing it all out together, or maybe dance it out, or talk it out. Doesn’t really matter, because no matter how or who, there will always be someone who is willing to help and understand you even if all you want to give them is an empty look, they will still have your back, they can read you.

That is when you realize that you were home the whole time.

Written by Gabriel Berdet

Edited by Eng Sou EA

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