▪ There’s nothing so strong as the desire to come home. Whenever I was away from Manchester and Salford, I could constantly feel the itch to come back home. And the second strongest feeling in the world is that of actually going home, finally being where you want to be.
▪ Manners matter. No matter where you go, everyone appreciates politeness. Even just nonverbal politeness, language barriers aside.
▪ Wherever you go, it’s always the people that matter most. Ask anyone that has studied abroad or lived away temporarily, and they will tell you that the thing they miss the most is the people they met. I’m the same. I miss so many things about England, but I miss the people the most.
▪ Going away ages you. It puts miles on your soul. At the end of the whole thing, you’re that many steps closer to old age in a young body. It’s a hard thing to do.
▪ You can’t constantly keep up. Sooner or later, time starts moving faster than you want it to, and you’ll end up saying “Time flies!” There’s no stopping it.
▪ You can’t get better at goodbyes. Each one is different, each person or place or aspect of your life is different, and so is your attachment to it. Each one hits you like it’s something you’ve never felt before. Because you haven’t.
▪ Age is just a number. But it’s everything, too. Everybody stacks themselves against others based on the accomplishments they’ve made versus the time they’ve been here. If we never knew each other’s age, we would judge each other on what we’ve done and who we’ve become, rather than what you’re supposed to have done by a certain age. That might be easier, I’m not sure.
▪ Where you’re from says a lot about you. Or at least people think it does, which is probably worse.
▪ Being an American is a unique experience, I think, because America is everywhere. And everyone thinks they know all about it, from TV and films. But everyone wants to hear what it’s really like, too.
▪ As I see it, there are two different meanings of the word “home”: one is the place you come from, and the other is the place where you feel you belong. Sometimes these are the same place, sometimes they’re not. As far as I know, English is the only language that has a word for home. This is crazy. It’s such a versatile word, every language should have an equivalent.
▪ I no longer believe that I can say everything I want to with English alone. Because you can’t just translate one language into another -- so many words have no direct equivalent. It’s easier to just use the foreign word.
▪ Besides, home is an idea. If you build a life for yourself somewhere, that place becomes home, no matter where it is.
▪ Same goes for family. The people that help you make a place your home become your family, no matter your relation to them.
▪ I’m really fond of English. The language, I mean. It’s a goody. You can say a lot with this language, it’s really flexible.
▪ There’s nothing like a good cup of tea. Milk, one sugar.
▪ Everyone really does love a good cookie. You can draw any group of people together if there’s food involved, especially if that food is sweet and bite-sized. And it really does taste better if you’re happy when you make it.
▪ I could use a cookie right now, actually.
▪ It’s funny what you miss and what you don’t miss. Random stuff, it’s very unpredictable.
▪ When you can fit your whole life into two suitcases and a backpack, or even just a backpack, you realise how little stuff you actually need. Everything else is just stuff.
▪ Walking feels really, really good. Backpacking taught me that. Until you spend hours upon days walking great distances, you can’t really appreciate the way it feels on your body and the effortless way it lets you take in your surroundings and the self-sufficient feeling it gives you. It’s glorious.
▪ You actually can feel full from drinking in new sights. And then you need to spend some time in one place and get comfortable so you can build up your hunger again. It can’t be rushed.
▪ Washing up can be such a relaxing chore. I owe my mother many apologies for the years when I was difficult and didn’t understand the peaceful rhythm in it.
▪ Sometimes I feel old, but I’m still very, very young.