My masters is coming to an end. And truth be told, the worse thing about ending this masters is not the fact that I have to write a thesis, or do an oral presentation about it, nor is it about the fact that I have some disappointments in this programme. No, none of that matters after 10 or 5 or even 2 years.
Friends. That would be the hardest thing I would have to leave.
A few of my friends are lucky enough to be continuing their lives in Europe as a PhD student or working, but I have chosen to return. I know, funny, 2 years ago I would've begged to stay in Europe and I still am truly madly in love with the continent but there is something inside of me to come home. But that's a whole different story.
I have never had so many friends from so many parts of the world. You would think that you will not gain any "real" friendships from such programme but I did. I spent a whole lot of time with most of them and I shared some amazing moments with them and witnessed some changes in personality, within myself and also my friends.
On Funny Moments
There were too many funny moments to remember I wouldn't be able to write them all down without bursting into a laugh. I remember the first time we went out for a party in Nantes following some weirdos, the night ended up a disaster but a memorable disaster. I remember how we danced in the streets of Paris when we failed to find a firework display for New Year's Eve. I remember how me and one of my friends took a random bus in Bordeaux and was in literally in the middle of nowhere and the bus driver took pity on us and drove us back to the nearest tram station.
On Tough Love
I am a whiny kid and I can be very annoying. I had troubles in one of the programming languages and to be honest I was just too exhausted and lazy to try and instead of trying, I complained. One of my good friends took the courage to give me some tough love. He basically told me to shut up and start learning. I most certainly didn't expect such words from him but he said it. I was silent after that, not really sure if I should be angry or not but I took his words, I learnt and I succeeded. Sometimes, you need friends who can just tell you off like that and take you back to reality. I'm glad he did.
On Telling The Truth
I had to tell the truth during this masters. I'm not sure if it was a good truth or a horrible one and I'm still to this day not sure whether or not it was worth the hassle. For sure I am sure it was the right thing to do even though now I have to live with the consequences. Once in a while you have to put something right in your life, even if it means loosing something important.
On Realizing You Have Amazing Friends
I made some many friends from different cultural backgrounds, different life stories, different languages - we practically have nothing in common when we first saw each other. But despite all that, the differences disappeared and similarities started to emerge when I stopped seeing them as a country but as a friend. We laughed, we cried, we told secrets, we giggled, we discussed but we mostly enjoyed each other's company.
For all those reasons, this will be the hardest goodbye ever, but I know my memories with them live on and I will always cherish all the things I experienced with every single on of them.