I had the time of my life...

... fighting dragons with you!

Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the extremely cheesy Taylor Swift lyric, but if you think about it, it's way too accurate to not use it in this blog post.

I can't believe that this will (most likely) be the last post I write in this room. In this city. I don't really know what to feel. Is ugh a feeling? If so, that's probably what I'm feeling. But not the usual "I didn't do too good on that test"-ugh. It's the kind of ugh you feel when the life you've known for a year is about to be taken away from you, shattered at your feet. The kind of ugh where you're left alone with broken pieces only you're able to pick up and put back together. The kind of ugh that forces you to move on and start over. UGH!

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I remember when I first found out that I was going to spend my year abroad in Lincoln, Nebraska. I was rather upset, because inn all honesty, I'd never even heard about the place before. I had pictured myself on a beach in Southern California, or living it up in uptown New York or something. Not spending my year in the middle of nowhere. When I first arrived here, in the beginning of August last year, I really didn't know what to expect. I had done some research, of course, so corn fields were no surprise. Luckily, I'm one of those people who fall pretty easily in love with things. And places. And people. And this time was no different. I think I fell in love with Southwest first, and I don't really know why that is, it just sort of happened. Then I started to meet all of these incredible people, and things were great and lovely and splendid. However, it wasn't until Christmas time came around that I really started to find my people. I'm so grateful that I decided to get involved with theatre, because chances are I wouldn't have met half of my friends if I didn't spend countless hours, including most of my Christmas holiday in the black box, props room, auditorium and scene shop.

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There have been billions of people, millions of years, and infinite moments. And yet, we have crossed paths with those special people in that special place. Somehow, we ended up together. The sheer unlikelihood of our meetings makes them even more significant...

So, my darlings, this goes out to you, and all the wonderful memories you have helped me create. From silly group chats that made me lose half of my night's sleep at times, to all the snapchats we have sent and screenshotted of each other. To the laughs, the tears, frustrations, and to all our little adventures together. A lot of it may have seemed insignificant at the time, but in retrospect, all the little things are what made my year here in Lincoln complete.

Ultimately, out of all the places I've built a life in so far, Lincoln is my favourite. I've fallen in love with this city, with the school, but most of all, I've fallen in love with the people. Words cannot possibly describe how grateful I am to have all of you in my life, and please promise me that you'll never, ever leave. I know it's going to be hard being on the opposite side of the world from each other, but I believe that we can do it. If you promise me that, I promise that I will come visit you guys from time to time, so I can cry some more at airports because, if you know me, you'll know that's one of my favourite things to do...

I wish we could have more time together, that this whole adventure of mine can be prolonged, but as for now, this is "The End" (of some things.) To quote one of my favourite authors: "What a slut time is. She screws everybody." (John Green, The Fault in Our Stars) And that, my dear friends, is probably the truest of all truths. Also, this is what happens when you go around making homes out of people. You'll get terribly homesick. Ugh.

I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You guys gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.






(ty Claire for making me look tan, ily <3)



Again, thank you. It's been grand.

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