At Camp Foster, the YMCA summer camp that I spent my summers as both a camper and counselor, we never say “goodbye” at the end of the week. Instead, we say “see you later.” Over the last week, I have had to say a number of “see you laters” to people that I won’t see for over six months. For me, though, leaving Drake at the end of this semester has felt no different than any other semester. I will be honest, the gravity of the situation has not hit me at all. I will be studying abroad in Rwanda…but still I don’t really know what that means. I don’t know what I will feel and I don’t know how I will think and I don’t know how I will change. All I know is that I won’t be at Drake next semester. My other friends that are studying abroad were able to have much more emotional reactions to leaving their friends and their school, however I haven’t felt those same kind of emotions. I can continue to say all I want that I am spending my semester in Rwanda, but as of now, those are merely words. The forms I have filled out are merely forms. At school and even now while I am home, I am still within my wonderful comfort zone. It won’t be until I am pushed outside of it (on my first international flight, in my first foreign country, or in my first experience with a Rwandan) that all of my “see you laters” will mean a lot more than they have in the past.