Coming home to Richmond I felt extremely depressed. I miss all the good times together with my Fijians. I never thought that the experience would reach out to me this much. Every night I go to bed wishing I could wake up at the North Pole and go down for a meal of eggs beans and fight for pancakes again.
Live in the moment.
Those words mean more to me than they ever did before. In just two and a half I feel like I grew more as a person than I did throughout my entire high school career. The world is massive, and being able to realize this makes me excited to see the rest of the world. I feel the need to travel with each passing day. I want to experience different cultures and see as much of the world as I can before I die.
Thinking back to the nights with the beautiful sunsets and the starry starry skies, and looking out my window to see the light pollution fog up the sky, I feel extremely empty. It feels as though the world is waiting for me and here I am sitting in front of my computer doing nothing productive. Tomorrow is the first day of school since we left, I keep asking myself “Is it going to be different”? I feel that I can place more value on my education now, but will I be able to take action? Procrastination is something which I hope to eliminate completely, but I may simply be thinking too optimistically.
The Fiji experience is really hard to put into words. Many personal truths were reinforced which have already shown results in my everyday life. Many memories of dear friends have already engraved its signature onto my heart. I feel that the experience is priceless and beyond words. Anyone can talk of how beautiful the sky was, how radiant the sun was, but to actually see it is another story. One day I hope to return to the low Fijian sky, to feel the pounding drum of the sun against my forehead. I hope one day to return to Wavuwavu and see ViJay and Chopi again. But most of all I hope I am able to keep the connections which I’ve made over the past two and a half weeks with all my friends.
Until next time,
Ernest