| As the end draws nearer and I begin to put my things away in boxes, throw away unwanted items, and donate old clothes, I realize all that has impacted me for the last sixteen years I’ve been living in America. Amy asked me the other day if I thought I was more Indian, British, or American. My citizenship lies in Britain but my life lies in America and my soul in India. Strange as it seems, I’m going back “home” to a place that was my home for only two years. I really don’t know if I will be coming back to America after college. However, it’s hard to believe that three years in London might just change me. I don’t mind change—it amazes me. I don’t know how I will be after moving to a place that shouldn’t be foreign yet is. I know we are all going to face change once we enter college, but to experience an entire new culture, a place where I am part of but am not a part of either. Then I begin to think about the friends I’m leaving behind. And I’m sorry Sarah G. for mentioning this because I know how upset you get when I talk about London, but the friendships that I have made these past four years have either become stronger or have withered away. Yet to those friends who I do not really talk to or keep in touch with, neither do I regret being their friends at one time nor do I regret not being their friends now. However, as my sister has told me, once you go to college and you’re independent there are only a select few you will keep in touch with from high school. It’s sad to think about but I know that I must face it. This year has taught me to forget those who don’t make an effort and to not pursuing a friendship that I never really wanted. Once July comes, I will have moved on. <3 Roma |
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