For my first post I wanted to talk about my friend that I met while studying abroad. Andy is from England and we met in Ecuador while he was there for a year as a part of his Spanish degree. We become the best of friends and then when I left we didn’t talk at all. We have recently come in contact again and it has been very refreshing. I’ve found that I liked who I was better when I was abroad, I liked my life more, my multilingual personality, my opportunities, my future. All of it. And I lost all of that, I forgot what that kind of excitement and hope felt like. But now, Andy and I have been talking again, and rehashing everything that happened, and I’ve begun to feel the ‘better’ Hannah tugging at my sleeves asking when it’s her turn. I don’t have an answer for her but I’m getting antsy. It’s true that almost everyone that has gone abroad that I’ve met says that the best part is the people. Andy was my best part, my host family was the best part, all of my friends were the best part. And I miss them and I miss myself. But I’m realizing that doesn’t have to be forever.