Well, as I sit here writing this message. I am in a room that has been de-personalized. I am looking at the contents of my life for the past 5 months condensed into two suitcases. It's insane to think that it was so long ago when I moved into this room and UNPACKED those gigantic suitcases and turned Spain into my home. Now I have once again folded and shoved my life into those same two suitcases to return to the place I came from. I warn you all however- the girl that is returning is not the girl that left you. I come back to you a stronger, more mature woman who picked up her life, went to a foreign country alone, and survived. While the outside might look the same, just as with the suitcase, the contents on the inside are not. I am not leaving here with the same belongings as I came with. Nor am I coming back with the same frame of mind I had when I came. I was forced to remove the barrier between myself and other people (the shy barrier that is) and make friends with complete strangers. I moved into a piso where I knew no one, and came out with friends that I will have for the rest of my life. I met people from all around the world. People who have come to be like family to me. Now, don't worry guys. I am still the same crazy, silly Yvonne that loves to have a good time. I'm just a better me.
On the first day of orientation I asked the head guy 'what is the meaning of life.' I will be happy to report that although it wasn't from his response that I learned the answer to this question. However I do have an answer. The meaning of life changes from person to person. For me, the meaning of life is to experience as much as you can. It is to meet as many people, make as many friends, and to truly enjoy the life that you have. I have done this. I can go back to the states and know that I have made my life mean more by taking part in this experience.
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