EVS didn’t changed my life. It changed me.
Coming back from EVS is hard. We all know that. So many memories, friends, experiences, travels…and so on. We have been told that we are going to go through that process of adaptation to your home country, those feelings of nostalgia and treasuring moments and the will of staying in the host country. But what happens in reality? Well, in reality, people fall in love during EVS and start a relationship; people finally get a job in the host country; people start volunteering in their homeland; people move to another country looking for similar experience; people keep long distance friendships; people start connecting with foreigners living in their country just for the sake of not speaking their mother tongue which now sounds weird…The list is endless.
What I realise as the time pass by is that my life after EVS hasn’t changed that much. But I have. I’m still living in my hometown; but my heart and mind and looking for new experiences abroad. I still sleep in the same room I used to sleep when I was a child; but now is full of memories of my EVS and the travels that came after. My best friends are the same; I only have added some more. They might not be close in kilometers, but they are close to my heart. I’m walking through the same streets I’ve walked my whole life. I just wander like a stranger with other city maps in my mind, trying to discover new places in such a familiar place.
Photo credits: Thomas Leuthard
So yes. I have changed a lot. I am now aware of the world that is outside. And that is not so big. At least not big enough so two friends can not meet again if they want to. I have learnt that we never stop learning, especially from ourselves. Our inner world is probably bigger than the Earth. And as the Earth does, we change. We live in a constant change influenced by what happens to us, the times we fall and the times we stand, the times we dare to discover and try; and of course all the footprints people we meet on the way leave on us.
I like to think that when we meet somebody, we don’t lose a small piece of ourselves; we just share a piece with the other. And that is what happened during and after my EVS: I became a collector of other people’s pieces.
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