When I was speaking about the absence of my inner Shakespeare I never thought it would be something like this:
In only one month, I’ve gone through such a various mix of emotions, from Bohemian Rhapsody to Single Ladies…
…I have too many words, from five different languages all jumping around in my head…
… I’ve learned so much during the past four weeks and I’ve got so many things to tell…
…that I can’t just put it all into words not to mention fitting it in any number of blog posts!
This feeling, which every exchange student can relate to, is insane, it’s nearly ( I say nearly cause I really believe there’s a lot of power in words) indescribable.
People ask:
Have you had fun?
How are you doing?
How do you feel?
How is the food in France?
And I was only able to answer: “Daamn I love the food here!”
So I started to do some research. Is there one word, which could (almost) describe this all?
You’re living in a country you’ve never lived in before, spending every day with people you’ve never met before and talking in a language you have never used before and which you don’t understand. That word should include a tremendous bunch of feelings. What do you feel when you think about the sinking of the Titanic, Apollo 13, the releasing of Martin Luther King and the Global Financial crisis at the same time?
A few beautiful words came up. One of them was selcouth which means unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet so marvellous. The other one was a swedish word resfeber which is the restless race of the traveller’s heart before the journey begins.
These are good but oh la la way too romanticised.
They just can’t reach the feeling when:
So I ended up with the word oops.
Oops.
Shakespeare would be proud.
Aventuriere 