2. The Travel to the U.S.

It’s mid-August of 2015 and I’m about to officially begin my exchange program. How does it feel for a foreigner to travel to the United States of America for the first time? How does a twenty-hour-long jump from the middle of Europe to the West Coast of the U.S. look like? 

Leaving home is hard. At an inhuman time of 4 am, when I’m just about to go to the airport, I take the last walk around my place before leaving it for ten months, ten long months. It’s not about the time, really; what hits me is the awareness that the next time I’m here, I’m not going to be the same person anymore. The way I’m looking at certain things now, from the favorite stuff in my room to the general perception of home, is going to be different. Even though I know that the exchange will be temporary and I will be back someday, I can’t help feeling that something is indeed ending.

Farewell to Warsaw

1. Once a Pirate, always a Pirate

Once I became a Pirate.

I used to walk aboard the ship of A.C. Davis High School. I used to pass the grey and orange hallways, to sit in the classrooms, to attend assemblies and to have tons of fun with fellow Pirates. 

I was a student at Davis High for ten months, ten wonderful months, during which I’ve forgot about the reality and lived an adventure.

I used to explore the Washington State and nearby areas, discovering how it is to live in the United States of America. 

I used to hang out with people who showed me that you can live differently - even if it hasn't necessarily meant 'better.' 

I've learned to make an impact on myself and the people around me. And this is what I'm hoping to accomplish in my blog.