The hardest thing to say is goodbye
UncategorizedStill hard to believe that I have to leave Munich in like 4 days. It’s my first time stepping in Europe, I am so glad that I choose Munich. First time when I am here, I am a little bit scared about my brand new life, but now I’ve regarded Munich as my second hometown. There is no doubt that the exchange life must be the most beautiful experience for me in my life.
I met so many great friends from all over the world. They come from Italy, Thailand, Spain, Germany, Singapore……They give me the most beautiful memory in Europe.
I traveled 10 countries, saw different and various views in different places, and experienced diversed culture and food. It really changes and broadens my mind.
But now I have to leave, I can’t help being sad about the fact and limited time. I can’t tell whether this sadness comes from my love and reluctance for Europe as a whole, the fear of whether everyone who constitutes my European memories will become a farewell, the sentimentality of the loss of my beautiful exchange memory, or the discomfort and fear of being at the junction of student and social identity…
I can’t tell which emotion is heavier or lighter…
However, I do know that I don’t want to face departure, I always hope that the people and things I like and love will always be by my side. But the cruelty of life is that, It can only be one person’s journey forever. Someone will get on your life bus at this stop, and someone will get off at the next stop. We can’t control meeting and parting. It’s good and lucky some people exist, and I just need to learn to accept it
I know, a time-limited journey will eventually come to an end, but it is not that shame to cry for it once on the plane. After all, these bright but unusually short moments, it really bloomed brilliantly in my life