People keep telling me that I'm excited. Usually I just agree (it's easier), but I'm really not excited.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm going. But I'm not excited. How do I explain this?
Ah, a simile. Going on exchange is like waking up alive tomorrow. I like being alive, but generally, if someone said to you, "You must be so excited to wake up alive tomorrow," you would disagree. People are happy to be alive. Grateful, if they're the religious sort. But it is very hard to muster genuine excitement for something that seems so inevitable.
I hope that made sense.
Until next time, faithful readers,