I was reading a book of poems that my mom gave me before I left and I thought this one described what it is like to go on exchange:
Envoy
Go, little book,
out of this house and into the world,
Carriage made of paper rolling toward town
bearing a single passenger
beyond the reach of this jittery pen,
far from the desk and the nosy gooseneck lamp.
It is time to decamp,
put on a jacket and venture outside,
time to be held in foreign hands.
So off you go, infants of the brain,
with a wave and some bits of fatherly advice:
Stay out as late as you like,
don't bother to call or write,
and talk to as many strangers as you can.
Namaste.
Hannah
Envoy
Go, little book,
out of this house and into the world,
Carriage made of paper rolling toward town
bearing a single passenger
beyond the reach of this jittery pen,
far from the desk and the nosy gooseneck lamp.
It is time to decamp,
put on a jacket and venture outside,
time to be held in foreign hands.
So off you go, infants of the brain,
with a wave and some bits of fatherly advice:
Stay out as late as you like,
don't bother to call or write,
and talk to as many strangers as you can.
Namaste.
Hannah
What a beautiful poem, Hannah. Yes, you are on your adventure, to be sure. Always follow your heart, Hannah. It sounds like it's a mixture of joy and difficulty for you. So many new things, so many unknowns every single day. And you, the tall blonde girl from Portland, OR!!
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