I’m currently in bed in my hotel room at Heathrow, eating my last M&S Food pasta salad dinner. It’s my last night in the UK. I’ve left Edinburgh. It’s happened.
And no, I’m not ok.
Edinburgh feels like a part of me now. It feels like home, a place I can go to and feel safe and welcome and as though I fit in.
I’ve had some of the most amazing experiences of my life in Edinburgh. I’ve met incredible people, been to incredible places, and discovered so much about myself.
Everyone says that exchange is a once in a lifetime experience, and that it changes you, and you know what, they’re right.
My only regret is that I didn’t realise I could be an international student (don’t even ask) so I can’t do my next semester in Edinburgh.
I know I’ll be back, and hopefully it will be sooner rather than later, but until then, Edinburgh, I love you. You’re the first city I’ve ever actually liked enough to care about leaving. You’re home. And I’ll miss you every day until I’m back.