A couple of anniversaries have quietly ticked over during the last week or so, the first being that of my blog – it was about a year and week ago that I posted my first piece (I wouldn’t bother going back to read it, it wasn’t especially good. Nor were any of the subsequent posts for that matter). And it was just over a year ago that I flew out to Madrid to start this whole year abroad.
Well, I finished my stage with Edelman | The Centre yesterday, wrapping up a few things I’d being working on, so I guess my year abroad is pretty much over. I’m still in Brussels for a few days before I fly back to the UK to get on with finishing my degree but for all intents and purposes, I never have to speak French or Spanish again. Until uni.
I’d like to be able to look back on my year and conjure up some words of wisdom or come out with some great philosophical insight.
Like I say, I’d like to.
I can however, claim to have learnt a few things while away, like the fact that all foreigners claim that British food is terrible. And that none of them have any idea what it is.
I’ve also found that a British accent very rarely goes down badly at a party and that I could probably start charging people to hang around with me in the hope that my accent rubs off on them.
Additionally, finding the energy to work on anything after/ outside of work is hard and whoever decided that work placement students should write an essay during their stage should be shot.
Finally, I’ve learnt that the things you like least of all can sometimes stay with you the longest.
In many ways I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas forms the backbone of the soundtrack to my year. I heard the song on my first night out in Madrid, my last night out in Brussels and nearly every night in between. Everywhere I’ve been, every bar I go, that song isn’t far behind.
And yet I detest the song in its entirety. It’s entirety of course being 30secs long and looping the same, dull lyrics over and over. Cracked.com provides an extremely informative video that sums up my feelings pretty well.
But enough of my ranting. I’ve got a, once-in-a-blue-moon, sunny Brussels to enjoy.
[Update: thank you Katie Brown for correcting my grammar, 'for all intents and purposes']
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