December 15th is my most-dreaded day in Switzerland. It's the day for which I stayed up till 02:00 many'a night studying at my desk. It's the day to take the most-difficult of 3 Masters exams this week. It's the day I tread the weakest plank on this bridge suspended over Bern. If it breaks under my weight, I will plummet to the ground and bravely accept defeat.
The rest of the week is full of 2 project presentations, and 2 more exams.
Well. Those bags got packed—somehow—amid one sleepless, scattered night. They were only 33lbs overweight.
Flight departs BNE in an hour.
Not enough words or time to describe all that this season has been.
“Heaps" of people, places, adventures, highs, lows, and eye-opening experiences that will go down in history.
Privileged to have had this opportunity.
Grateful to those that made it possible.
Excited to be going back, yet sad to be leaving Aussie and friends made here.
So much to look forward to, yet leaving...