Tomorrow, I’m turning in my application to spend next fall studying in Northern Ireland.
The idea of studying abroad has been on my radar since childhood, and exactly one year ago, I got a taste of international travel with the London trip. But a longer-term commitment in Northern Ireland has been wheeling around in the back of my head since my freshman year.
First off, I apologize for being late on this post. I haven’t blogged in over a month and that is due in large part to my busy schedule. This town had a very interesting October. Since my last post, our nation experienced the first partial government shutdown in 17 years. The House and Senate were unable to agree on a budget to fund the federal government and as a result national parks, monuments, and museums were closed and between half a million to 800,000 federal employees were furloughed – including myself.
Washington, D.C. is the most powerful city in the world. For two hundred years it has been a destination for those who want to make a difference in the world. The history you read about in textbooks, the debates you watch on the news – it all happens here.
So in my previous post, I mentioned that the post was going to be possibly the last one from India. Somewhat true. As I write this, I am sitting in New Delhi Airport, waiting for my flight to Frankfurt. So in a manner, this is my last post from India. It is just a matter of convenience that I will upload it online when I reach Frankfurt, with its glorious 30 minutes of free internet.
So as I write this, I have 6 days left at home, and then I come back stateside. It has been an interesting last 3 months. A short summary would be that I flew from Boise to Kashmir, which took me 2 days. and then, 2 days later, I flew from Kashmir to Guwahati, to do my Davis Peace Project with Operation Smile. Coming back after almost a month, I stayed at home for 10 days and went to Leh to meet my old friend Sohum. Post that, I have been roving around the valley, in spite of the local troubles.
I have wanted to go to France, and especially Paris, for as long as I can remember. I read the Madeline books when I was little and fell in love. I took French classes and learned the language and the culture. I read books about Paris. I hosted a French exchange student. And this summer, I finally got to go.
A lot of us get some sort of financial aid to cover our college tuition but we rarely look at how that affects our attitudes.
During the summer break, I had the option of either staying in the U.S. and getting a campus job or going home. I would have had to get airfare and find a job back in Lesotho which would not even pay me half as much as what I would be getting in the U.S. Nonetheless, I flew home.
As I write this (this seems to be a common thing I say in my blogs, right?), It is 2:30 a.m. in Leh, Jammu and Kashmir, India. For those of you who actually bothered to read my previous blog posts/cared, I just came back from spending almost a month in Guwahati, working on my Davis Project for Peace. And now, from an area where the highest recorded precipitation in the world is a common occurrence, and it got so hot that 20 odd people died, I ended up here, in Leh.
Now I can finally go on the self-indulgent spree that I have been looking forward to. Basically, this is about me doing an all encompassing spiel on my thought space. To bring brevity into the entire thing, I am just going to copy and paste a paragraph I wrote and use it to provide structure. There, high school English lit, I learned something after all.