I was readings someone’s blog and they did a meme which started with ’10 years ago, I was…’
Ten years ago, I was 16. I know, right? I was, exactly 10 years ago, right in the middle of my exchange to China. I was living in a forieng country, eating with chopsticks, trying to do maths WAY above my level (after a certain point I just sort of stopped bothering to go to class) and, for the first time, I wasn’t living with my mother.
I have such vivid memories of that time. Not complete, but vivid. Smells and sounds and sights. Sitting at the hot pot restaraunt eating good food with the foriegn teachers and drinking pepsi or beer. Going into the city to the japanese supermarket and getting crepes (which I will still make myself sick on, for nostalgia’s sake). The dorm room (I stayed at a boarding school) and going home to stay with my dorm mates on weekends. Their crazy rich parents. The boy who asked me to be his ‘Australian girlfriend’ and how completely disinterested I was. The impassioned farewells and greetings and letters and emails from my friends at home.
It seems so close and so far away at the same time. It definitely happened to someone else, someone who isn’t me anymore. And yet, at the same time, I recognise myself so fully in some of those memories. It was a weird moment of vertigo, especially when I realised that I am wearing a jumper today that I bought on that exchange trip.
All I can really say, to sum it up, is that I am so, so glad to be where I am now. That the 16 year old me couldn’t have dreamt of this life I live now – one in which I am, most days, happy. She didn’t know that it was an option.
And I am sad when I think about her, and so pleased to be able to tell her, the bits of her that still make me up, that we did it. We made an awesome life, with the help of some lovely wonderful people we met along the way, and a whole lot of luck.
Gosh, I’m deep this week, aren’t I! 😉