As I have mentioned a few times recently (I say recently, I haven’t blogged in over a month. I’m so bad at this)…anyway, as I’ve mentioned recently, I’m doing a bit of a blog overhaul, having shifted over to WordPress, and that has meant going back to all of my old posts and re-reading them in order to recategorise them.
All I can say, in reaction to my past self is wow. You were a cow.
Though I’ve really enjoyed my time-capsule experience; it’s part of the reason I began blogging anyway, to preserve my personal story of my time abroad, I’m amazed at how I sometimes felt. It really shows the rose-tinted glasses effect – I have nothing but positive memories of my time in Morocco, but my past posts have really shown that wasn’t the case, from relationship problems (both with the Boy and with my peers) to struggles with the culture.
So I’m deeply grateful to past me for keeping this blog, and giving me an insight into my own life. However, I feel like now is the time to point out that for all the trials and tribulations of living in Morocco, I had an amazing time and made some amazing friends. I wouldn’t change my experience for the world.