It’s hard to believe these four months are over already.
In the months before I arrived, it was hard to fathom what it would be like to be here and now that I’m here it’s hard to fathom what it will be like to be gone. I’ve gotten into a rhythm here, a day to day routine that has made me feel at home here. At the beginning of this semester, each task was new, fresh, and confusing. Now, when I wake up and go about my day, I know what I’m doing. I know how to do dish crew, how to collect and clean eggs, and how to give a good speech for English class. I know the people I’m living with and what they’re like and I’ve learned how to go about my days here pretty smoothly.
And tomorrow I’m leaving this place that I’ve gotten so used to. Tomorrow I go back to the “normal” life that I live in Exeter, but haven’t been apart of since late July. It’s going to be strange and it won’t be easy but I’m excited nonetheless.
I’ve had a fantastic time here and it’s going to be sad to leave, but I think it’s time that I come back home and bring what I’ve learned here back with me. I think I’m ready to get back into life in Exeter.
I’m feeling pretty bittersweet about leaving, but I think that’s a good thing. If I was ecstatic to go home and completely ready to leave here wouldn’t that mean that I didn’t have a great time here? And if I was horrified to go home and all I wanted to do was stay here for as long as I could, what would that say about my life at home? At our bonfire last night (which was awesome, by the way) my environmental science teacher summed up those same thoughts with a sentence. He said it’s best to be sad to leave where you’re coming from but also excited to go where you’re headed. Wise words if I may say so myself
To wrap this all up, I’ll mention some of the many things I’ve done/experienced this semester.
This semester I have:
Made a meat fortress in walk in freezer
Figured out the two hundred year old history of a piece of forest
Fed and cared for eleven goats
Mucked out a goat barn
Collected chicken eggs
Cut down trees
Harvested food that I went on to eat
Seen a cow slaughtered
Lived with and gotten close to eight other people
Planned and preformed in a “Saturday Night Live” parody
Learned in and out of the classroom
Played guitar and banjo
Met a professional apiarist (beekeeper)
Met a five foot tall inflatable deer
Met a man who knew he wanted to be a diary farmer since when he was a toddler
Lived on my own in the woods for three days
Gone night sledding
Gone to the Tunbridge Fair
Made new friends
Grown close with teachers, not just students
Kept a blog
Realized that it’s not actually that cold in seacoast New Hampshire
Gone pond swimming in late October
and a whole lot more.
It has undoubtedly been, overall, a fun and beneficial experience and I’ve enjoyed documenting it here for myself and anyone else who has cared to read it and I hope I’ll get to share some of these stories, and one’s that didn’t make it onto the blog, with you in person.
See you all soon,
Something I learned today: When given four months, I can acquire an impressive amount of stuff that needs to be packed up and sent home.