{"id":3814,"date":"2015-12-14T12:22:45","date_gmt":"2015-12-14T17:22:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/social.rollins.edu\/wpsites\/letters\/?p=3814"},"modified":"2019-07-22T16:31:15","modified_gmt":"2019-07-22T16:31:15","slug":"pause-play","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/2015\/12\/14\/pause-play\/","title":{"rendered":"Pause &#8211; Play"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have reached the dreaded moment I knew was to come. The overwhelming sadness of not being in London anymore. By the end of the semester I felt ready to come home, but now that I am home and I\u2019ve seen my family and gotten back to my \u201cnormal\u201d life I am flooded by a feeling of emptiness and longing. People ask me \u201chow was London?\u201d which sounds like a simple enough and expected question, yet it\u2019s the hardest thing I can be asked at this moment. There is no way to put it into words without talking for hours on end. Someone asked me today to name the top 1 thing of my entire semester, and after giving it some hard thought I literally could not come up with an answer. So, I\u2019ve settled for replying, \u201cAmazing, I loved it\u201d even though those words don\u2019t even begin to cover it.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/IMG_6297-225x300.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-16860 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/IMG_6297-225x300-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nI expected to miss the city I called home for over three months, but I didn\u2019t expect the nostalgia to hit me this soon. I haven\u2019t even been home for two days and I\u2019m experiencing a mix of emotions that are hard to pin down. So yet again, I tried to make sense of my feelings and the best thing I could come up with is viewing my life as a movie. On September 1st when I embarked on my journey pressed pause on my life and lived a different life for a semester, while everyone at home went about as usual. I changed in London. I grew, I travelled, I matured, I experienced the most amazing things I\u2019ve even done in my life, I can say with certainty I\u2019m not the same person that left that September 1st. Coming back home I pressed play on my life, and while everything around me has remained virtually unchanged I have not, which is where I think the melancholy and the feeling of inadequacy comes from. As my cousin very accurately articulated it I\u2019m experiencing \u201cpost travel depression\u201d it\u2019s a thing\u2026trust me.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/IMG_6428-300x225.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-16861 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/IMG_6428-300x225-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nI know I\u2019m not alone in this and that most of my fellow study abroad Londoners agree. We\u2019re all happy to be home and surrounded by family, yet we have this strange feeling in the pit of our stomachs. I take these feelings as a sign of having had a great semester. I\u2019m sure with time these feelings will begin to fade, but never completely, because I truly left a piece of my heart in London.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have reached the dreaded moment I knew was to come. The overwhelming sadness of not being in London anymore. 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