Another Addition To My List of Goodbyes
Now that I only have one week left in Prague, I am forced to accept that very soon, I will be packing my bags and will leave the city that I have called home for the past four months. Prague has been a dream. I'm not a fan of goodbyes in general, and now, knowing that I will have to face a very difficult goodbye fairly soon—it's almost like I have a knot in my stomach.
But, with goodbyes, there are always new hellos that await us. When I left for Prague, I was also faced with difficult goodbyes, to my friends, my family, my job, and of course, New York City. But with those farewells came something great: a warm greeting and welcoming from Prague, an amazing bohemian city. So, I know the same will be true when I finally arrive back in New York. I may not have Prague anymore, but I will have my family and friends, all who are awaiting my return.
It's definitely bittersweet: while I do want to see old faces, I've also gotten accustomed to life in Prague, and it's actually quite nice. There's something so comforting about the silence of the people and the city, that I know I will have a hard time adjusting back to New York's hectic and busy lifestyle. Prior to arriving to Prague, I believed that a busy, loud, city was the only kind of city for me. I always figured that anything other than that would be boring and uninspiring. Luckily, Prague has changed my mind. I now know that it is possible to live in a city that is relaxing, and just as inspiring.
What I'm going to miss the most are the parks surrounding my dorm. Even if I didn't spend much of my semester in the parks, I am going to miss walking by them everyday. Something about grass and flowers makes me really happy, and it's a shame that I never had this appreciation in New York. And of course, I am going to miss the beautiful buildings and architecture. Prague appealed so much to me visually and spiritually, sometimes I wonder if New York will ever compare.
As I sit here and type this, the knot in my stomach is not going away—it's only getting worse. However, this feeling isn't new, as it's normal for me to feel this way before saying goodbye to a person or a place. I know it will be difficult to me to go back to New York, but I will never forget the things that I have learned studying abroad. I've become much more independent, and I've learned to underestimate myself. Most of all, I've learned that change is good, and sometimes, saying goodbye is just a small price to pay for an entry to a doorway filled with opportunities.
(Check out the view of Prague from the top of the astronomical clock in the Old Town Square)