As of today, I have exactly one month left in Marburg, which is crazy to think about. It doesn’t feel real yet. Right now, a month seems like an incredibly short amount of time. I’m not sure if I’m ready to leave yet, when I’ve only just started getting the hang of living here. Undoubtedly, I’m looking forward to seeing family and friends, and enjoying familiar foods, but I’m going to miss some of the friends I’ve made here, and other aspects of being here. I suppose there’s no use dwelling on it, only enjoying it as it lasts.
