It's called procrastination: we put things off because deep down, we know what we want or at least what we don’t want. This could explain why I waited for a month before buying my going-back-to-reality ticket and had to do it on my credit card because tickets had got so expensive! I didn’t realize I was already suffering from the symptoms of “Post-Erasmus Syndrome” or whatever until I almost had a panic attack in front of my computer. And it wasn’t because of EasyJet!
All students experience the same symptoms when they are back in their home country. It almost feels like depression, although it’s not clinical. Life is never the same. Everything seems to be less intense. No matter how much you love your family and your friends, they are not your Erasmus friends and they can’t understand how intense your experience was, which is why you can sometimes feel a bit lonely. Solitude, incomprehension but also obligations and responsibilities, such as telling your parents where you are and when you’ll be home, passing your exams and thinking about the future, are probably the worst aspects of this “post-traumatic disorder”.
" At the beginning it was horrible. The worst thing for me was that I had to explain everything I wanted to do to my parents. Plus, it was my last year at university, so I had to think about my life, about my future, you see? Before I just had to think about living in the moment and seizing the day and then my life was all about obligations and responsibilities. This doesn’t mean that during my experience in Brussels I was doing nothing but partying: I studied and passed my exams… And I partied a lot too, like 4 times a week. I told myself it was not going to be that bad, but it was worse than I had expected: I missed my family and my friends, but still going out with them had nothing to do with the Erasmus parties; I also found out that just my Erasmus friends, who were experiencing the same syndrome, could actually understand what I was going through, which made our bound even stronger. "
You have changed. A lot. You’ve returned to your old but still amazing life, but you’re not the same. You almost don’t recognize it anymore and your loved ones can’t understand what you are going through. Here’s one of our “patients”, Rocìo A., who decided to tell us her story.