Reflections After England 2010

Last night as I was falling asleep I was thinking about what I actually did this summer. 

I lived in a different country on my own for eight weeks. 

I rode my bike past King's College on the way to the office. (Freaking King's College! At the University of Cambridge!)

I sat on the banks of the River Cam.

I walked in cathedrals that are over 800 years old. 

I marveled at what came before me.

I gained a greater respect for my own country.

I felt humbled by being in England and for having the opportunity to take in its beauty and appreciate its history.

I met and got to know wonderful people (with British accents), whom I won't easily forget.

I had my adventure.

I wish I could convey how lucky I feel to have been able to do all of that. I can't believe that I was there. I'm not sure why I'm feeling so emotional about it. I was ready to come home and am glad I'm back. But I'm also sad that it had to end. 

The other day while driving with Philip I was just noticing how different everything is here. I mentioned it to him and also said how I wish that he could've been in Cambridge with me to see what it was like. I can show pictures and explain my experiences, but it's not the same. I know that England and Cambridge will be a big part of who I am for the rest of my life, and I guess it makes me sad that no one I know was able to experience it with me. Maybe someday I can take someone there and reminisce about the time that I had an internship in Cambridge. For now, though, I'll continue to be amazed that I was actually there. Unbelievable.