“And I asked myself about the present: How wide it was, how deep it was, how much of it was mine to keep.”
Today marked the ending of my Czech Language and Culture course at Charles University, and I have made friends I hope to keep for life. For better for worse, we spend the larger part of our time together—class, museums, daily commute, and in-between time at bars, cafes, or just seeing what we can find in the city.
Most of my time so far has been utterly fulfilling. But other days, I feel like this:
These people make it better!
Czech is hard. I’m encouraged to learn not only out of sheer necessity, but also through the camaraderie I have experienced in Prague–A kind of friendship which is only achieved through travel.
I have answered questions about my own identity, which I never needed to consider in my own country. I have fallen in love with a time and place in a way I had never anticipated. My (quite patriotic) friend from Russia said it best:
“Russia is like my mother, but Prague is like my mom.”
Now, for the real work–Tomorrow morning my Fulbright Award officially begins. I will spend next week at orientation in Brno, and then I am a teacher in Hejnice. No more Americans. No more English.
I’m gearing up for a new wave of culture shock. But this special group of people will be in the back of my mind, encouraging me to chase the unknown.