Sighs and Thrills

I am Spanish, so as an international student the initial experience was even more exciting but also more complicated. The flight from Madrid (my homeplace) to Oxford was already an important event to kick off Freshers’ Week. I did not travel alone, because my mother came with me to stay for the first few days, so that she could visit the city and help me out with the dreaded bureaucratic procedures of entering the university. It was not as much of a shock as it might have been for other international students, but it was the first time I became truly aware of my new independence. There I was, dragging overpacked suitcases, with necessary books that didn’t fit into the luggage crammed into the pockets of my coat, and I was not used to that discomfort when travelling, but university life and studying English Literature come at that cost, a literal weight on my shoulders). However, even after feeling nostalgic when I waved goodbye to the rest of my family, excitement was bubbling inside me. The thrill of going abroad, which I had always dreamt of, became real. <a href="https://medium.com/oxford-university/sighs-and-thrills-e55df731d309">click Here</a>