After a year of blissful ignorance of real academic pressure, I'm back and experiencing what I can only describe as a reverse culture shock.
Clearly, not everything stayed the same in my absence. One moment, I was navigating the trams of Gothenburg, the next I was standing in the rain outside my campus accommodation, wearing slippers and explaining to the Residence Hub that I'd locked myself out of my room.
When I was a Fresher, doors never self-locked. Apparently, that's no longer an acceptable excuse. After spending almost a year in Sweden, returning to university accommodation felt familiar, but not quite the same.
First of all, I'm surrounded by Freshers. Their late-night pres are a stark contrast to my quiet evenings spent watching Strictly Come Dancing or going to the student cinema (yes, I am still a loyal member).
The age gap isn't dramatic, but it's noticeable.
A year abroad has aged me, in ways I hadn’t expected.
Author's summary: Returning to campus after a year abroad brings reverse culture shock.