My exchange year basically went a little something like this:
September, October, November, December, January… June 22nd.
My last day of school was yesterday, and I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much in my life.
There came a point where, as I was going from person to person with hugs, breathing became a difficulty.
As there was a line of kids forming to give me a hug, I felt so loved. I’ve never felt so lucky in my entire life. I have never felt so helpless in my entire life. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling leaving so many people behind.
Today was the typical end of the year pool party. I’m so lost when it comes to finding the right words to say goodbye.
This is way more difficult than the beginning.
At this point in the journey, crying comes and goes unexpectedly and on a daily basis. I can’t begin to explain the feelings I have. It’s like each goodbye rips out a tiny piece of my heart. The difficulty to let go of a goodbye hug is absolutely terrible.
But all together at the same time, these feelings and the crying, when looking at it from a different angle, they’re good. It only means that I had an amazing time.
Which I surely did.
My Junior Year Abroad 
I believe the quote goes “it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all”💘