Sentimentalism

So it was an exchange friend's birthday today, and I was ~lowkey~ unsure of how to spell the nickname we all called her to post a lil well-wishing post on her timeline, so I dived into the depths of our whatsapp chats to remember how to spell it.

AAAAAAND it's been 30 minutes since. I've re-read all our convos from exchange, ranging from 'how are you feeling' after wild nights out that resulted in the worst hangovers ever, to texts to meet up and assignment cramming.

I have tripped and fallen headfirst down the memory rabbit hole (aka snapchat) and looked through all of my saved snapchats from last year. It was a crazy time.

What caught my eye is that a year ago we all got together and celebrated her 20th birthday: pre-drinks in a dorm room, a shared taxi to the city and partied till dawn with our fellow exchangers.

Honestly, I don’t remember the details. It all gets hazy: where we went, who we went with, until when. But it was one of the best nights out we ever had. That I can definitely remember.

The thing is, it’s just gotten me thinking that I'm so lucky to have experienced this and all my other moments abroad. And I'm so grateful to have these hilarious memories to look back on. So hilarious it brings a smile to my face when I think about them.

Then it’s also got me thinking that I'm the only one here in Brisbane, in Australia, that has these memories. It makes me feel so special, and yet, so lonely.

Although I lowkey have long-term memory loss (not actually, but potentially? I don't really know hah), the whole exchange in general, the almost daily spontaneous adventures we went on, and just the whole atmosphere of living in another country all by yourself is something you can't forget.

And there you have it, sentimentalism.