To all future exchange students and all exchange students right now!
What is exchange?
Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colorful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming, and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, family, houses, school, food, simply everything.Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking who you are to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were when you left, but you jumped into that ice cold lake.
You know now how it feels to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you actually can do it.
Exchange is learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper. Trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have the strength to endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to you before. Trust, that everything's gonna be alright. And it's seeing this trust justified.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about the strange customs, the strange food, the strange language. About why you're here and not back home. About what it's going to be like once you'll be back home. How that boy's gonna react when you see him again. About who's hanging out where this weekend. At first who's inviting you at all and in the end where you're supposed to go, when you invited to 3 different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About who's gonna be your best frirnd at the end of the year, about what stories you'll have got to tell. About how stupid this whole time zone thing is. Thinking about what's right and what's wrong. About how rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. About your grades, about whether you go home after school or hang out at someone's place until midnight. Someone you didn't even know a few months ago. And about what the heck that guy just said. And then starting to think in two languages and finally in a new one.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people who look at you like you're an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name and hug you even if you have never met them. Those people who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you and make fun of your country. Those people you ignore and those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you sing with the most amazing musicians you've ever met.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It's feeling out of place, like the fifth wheel. It's talking to people you don't like. It's trying to be nice all the time. It's exhausting. It's bugs. It's cold, freezing cold. It's homesickness, it's awkward silence and it's feeling guilty because you didn't talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking at skype.
Exchange is great. It's feeling the connection between you and your host family growing. It's hearing your hostmum asking where her daughter is. It's knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It's meeting people from all over the world. It's getting four new families. One of them being a huge group of the most awesome teenagers in the world. It's cooking food from your homecountry and not messing up. It's seeing beautiful landscapes and being a part of something amazing.
Exchange is exchange students. The people with the biggest hearts in the whole world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends. Those people who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with amazing experience. From all over the world.
Exchange is falling in love. With this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can't do, things you don't understand. Things you say that mean the complete opposite of what you meant to say, or even worse.
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year jn your life, it's a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it's also the worst year of your life. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something that you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back home will truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybod is the same, no matter where they're from. That there is great people and douche everywhere. And that it only depends on you, how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it's realizing that you can be on your own, that you're an independent person. Finally. And it's trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain without a reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It's a mixture of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything.
And exchange is something you can't understand unless you've been through.
