The start of Winter Break

Pull almost an allnighter packing. Climb into a taxi at 4:30am in a fog of sleeplessness. Ride for 2.5 hours to the Sarajevo airport, nap almost the whole way. Wait at the airport a little while, make small talk with the friends I’ll miss for a month. Depart by plane at 9am. Arrive in Istanbul, wait a while longer. Catch the connecting flight to Geneva. Arrive in Geneva at 5:30pm. Go through customs, collect my things from baggage claim.
Then; exhaustion and happiness and relief and comfort and more, mixed together in a potent cocktail that threaten to make my eyes spill over with tears. Hugs and big smiles and more hugs as we leave the airport; I stand straighter and breath deeper as an invisible weight is lifted off my shoulders.

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For Winter Break this year, I decided not to go back to the US. It wasn’t an easy choice, but I took into account that this was my last year in Mostar, and I really wanted to make the most of it. I feel so fortunate that I have this chance to live in Europe, a place that many people only dream of visiting, and I feel crazy lucky to have the chance at such a young age. So since I’m already here, I decided to stay in Europe and travel a bit.

What also made the choice easier was that I knew my extended family would be visiting a town in France, just across the border from where my aunt and uncle live outside Geneva, where my second cousin’s mother-in-law lives. If you didn’t follow that, don’t worry – it’s a little complicated and not important. The point is that I knew I would see some family for Christmas. Then, my mom decided to come over to Geneva as well, arriving on my birthday, which was probably the best present I could ask for. Oh yeah, I turned 19! I know, I can’t believe it either. We ate a delicious dinner at a nice restaurant. And what birthday dessert would be complete without oversized candle numbers?

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It was really lovely getting to spend time with my mom, aunt, uncle, and cousins, not to mention go to a couple huge gatherings with the extended family – around 30 people all together. Here’s a picture of just ‘one side’ of the family to give you an idea:


Being in Switzerland reminded me how much I truly love Christmastime – there’s not much holiday spirit in Mostar. I love baking cookies, watching my cousins open presents with such pure happiness, and seeing Christmas lights everywhere; I love being with my family. I love the vague words of the season that mean so much or so little, depending on each person’s interpretation: joy, peace, love, hope, wish, rejoice…


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Of course, those two weeks weren’t all sunshine and roses. One of the only bad parts about this break was the amount of school work I had to do. While in Switzerland, most of my energy went into university applications for 5 schools plus two big parts of the school curriculum that aren’t from a specific subject: my Theory of Knowledge essay (1600 words) and my Extended Essay (4000 words). It was really frustrating to have to share time that I wanted to spend with my family with school work; I wish that a break was actually a break from school. But alas, the deadlines were waiting, and somehow I managed to get all of that completed. Note that I said “all that” in reference to the assignments I previously listed, which is not to be confused with all the things I have to do during break, which I certainly have not finished. IB problems…

There was good news though, proof that hard work can pay off – I got accepted to Stonehill College! It’s a liberal arts college south of Boston that I really liked when I visited this past summer. Now to find out where else I get in over the next few months before making ‘The Big Decision.’


All in all, the two weeks flew by, and before I knew it, I was saying goodbye to my mom until June 4th… It definitely wasn’t easy.

The following day, I left for Amsterdam, where I met up with other UWCers to celebrate New Years. But that’s a story for a future post~


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