I remember our night stroll around Chicago. Sitting by the Great Lake of Michigan in twilight. Eating pizza close to our hotel. Being the only girl around a bunch of boys thus being the subject to tease and laugh at and protect. Our run toward the van after the visit to Field Museum, trying to get middle seat.
How exactly one expects me (and other exchange alumni) to handle all the memories from our exchange year?
Just when I thought I've got all these feelings and emotions on check, only one button to click and they are all rushing toward me again and again and again.