06/29/15

Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye to my room

Saying goodbye to my room

That fateful day had come at last. I always new it would. I had to leave Durham without any plans to return. My exchange had ended, it was time to head home. But I didn’t feel like I was heading home – I felt like I was leaving it. Durham had become my home; my friends lived there, I had memories there, I felt at home there. The thought of being homesick for my house in Vancouver had long ago vanished, replaced in stead by the knowledge I would feel homesick for Durham when I got back to UBC.

So this is the first blog post since I left for Durham that will be written in Vancouver, instead of Durham. I’m not sure if my feelings can really be captured in a post, but the word surreal comes to mind. It’s like a day that always seemed so far in the future suddenly reared its head and you see the life you got used to vanish in an instant. Other exchange students will know what I mean and I think that experiencing it is the only way to really understand the feeling.

Let me start out this post with the briefest descriptions of my goodbye (it was very low key). I had a 6:30 train to catch out of Durham on Friday morning, meaning I needed a quiet night before. I figured a few drinks at our college bar with friends was good enough. Many of my friends had already left so there were only maybe 5 of my close friends at the bar, but plenty of other friends were also there. I went to bed relatively early since I had to be up at 5:30 to have a shower, finish packing, return my key, and get to the train station. I had already asked a friend to help bring my stuff to the train station because I had two heavy bags. The next morning, I was surprised (and grateful) to see more of my friends had woke up early (despite going out the previous night) to see me off.

I hate goodbyes – for me it’s always “see you around” or “see you when I see you” or something along those lines. I don’t like the emotional and long winded farewells and basically avoid them, but I’ll admit there was a tear in my eye when I was saying goodbye to my friends. These are the people that saw me through some incredibly trying times, often without knowing it, and I will miss them dearly. And so I know it wasn’t goodbye – not really. I’ll see all of them again, when we’ve got some new stories to tell. But enough about me, here are a few tips on how to deal with saying goodbye to your new home.

Give Yourself Time for Fun

The comedown of ending an exchange is pretty dramatic, don’t make it worse by coming home right after exams end. For me this was easy – Durham has three weeks at the end of the year with no classes, exams, or assignments due meaning I could hang out with my friends, decompress, and get ready mentally to leave. Whether this takes the form of sticking around to backpack for a few weeks, visiting friends in their hometowns, or just visiting that one city you have yet to cross off your bucket list, giving yourself time for fun before coming home is crucial.

Stay Active

I think this is really my most important tip. When you get back to your hometown or UBC, keep yourself busy. Plan to see all your friends right away, have lots of exciting adventures planned, just don’t stay at home and watch Netflix all day. Not only is this a good way to deal with jet lag, but it’s hard to feel homesick when you’re constantly out of the house doing things. For example, I’ve spent countless hours on the beach, gone on a couple of hikes, saw all my family, had a BBQ, spent an afternoon shopping downtown, watched Jurassic World, all since getting home late Friday night. The less time you spend dwelling on what you miss the better.

Remind Yourself You’ll Go Back

One of the things you’ll learn when you go on exchange is that after living somewhere else for a year you leave a piece of yourself behind when you leave. It’ll always feel like home and you’ll always yearn to go back and one day you will. Whether it’s a year from now or 20 years from now, you’ll see the familiar sights, visit all your old haunts, and go back.

Don’t Make a Huge Deal Out of It

I’m not sure if this advice works for everyone, but for me saying goodbye is best kept a small affair. I don’t like to get all my friends together to say bye or go out of my way to talk to people who I’m not very close with. I tried to say goodbye to the people I had grown to consider like family but I didn’t go out of my way to have awkward, half-hearted farewells.


There’s my advice, it’s not the best and it’s pretty general but everyone has to find their own way of saying goodbye. This isn’t going to be my last post, I have a few more coming, but we’re nearing the end of this adventure. For now, I’m signing off.

06/16/15

An Odd Affair

Well this post will be a bit unusual because I had a bit of an unusual night a couple of weeks ago. It started out pretty normally; me and a few friends planned on going out to a house music night at one of the clubs in Durham but somewhere completely different. It’ll be a short post but I thought I’d share a different side of what can happen on exchange.

It all started out as a normal night, we had a few drink at our building before heading off to the club. We tried to dress a little edgy which meant my friend was wearing a white tank top with a borrowed shirt over top and I was in a pink tank top with a pink shirt over it. We got to the club and it was pretty dead (the house music night is known for being pretty disappointing and in that sense it didn’t disappoint). I said hey to the few people I knew there and we spent a bit of time there before deciding to leave. We’d managed to pick up a couple of police hats before leaving the building.

We didn’t really want to go home so we figured we’d finish the night in a different club that we thought would have more people and be generally better. We got out of the club and were a bit excited so we ran down the street and my friend decided to ‘parkour’ (jump) of a couple cars as we went. Big mistake apparently. I was ahead of him and wondering where he went and so turned around to see him on the ground with a big guy grabbing him. One of the cars he had jumped on belonged to a bouncer who had run after him and punched him in the face, dropping him to the ground. The bouncer held on to him and walked him back to the club.

At this point my other friends and I were very confused – we weren’t sure what had happened and stood around waiting to see what was going to happen. Shortly a bouncer walked over and grabbed me and told me “the CCTV said to get you” but refused to actually tell me why he was grabbing me or what the CCTV showed. Police arrived (4 at first but later another 4 would show up) and chatted to him while I stood around in my costume police hat waiting for someone to tell me what was going on. A bouncer kept telling the police that the CCTV said to get me but never told the police what it showed. Eventually my friend was arrested and taken away in a police car while I was given a ‘dispersal notice’ that meant I needed to leave the area.

I went home and sent a quick email to my family who would be visiting soon to let them know what happened, just in case it wasn’t fully resolved when they arrived. It would be the next morning, when my friend was released, that we would find out what happened. He had been shown the CCTV footage and apparently after he jumped on the car, the camera had zoomed in on me slowly for whatever reason and so they thought I was involved.

And that is the story of my first police encounter. I won’t claim to be an expert on dealing with police encounters but I will say this – cooperate, be calm, don’t freak out. And hey, you might end up with a story to tell.