Meeting The Best Brit Abroad

Who knew you had to travel 5,000 miles to meet some of the best British people ever? Okay so low-key, that’s a lie, because my best friends are still at home – but who knew there would be this many amazing people on the exchange?

Firstly. Let’s meet Perry – the British guy I had the biggest crush on until I found out he was gay (I didn’t find out for a while aha…). I first met him when we went to the welcome meeting – I was with another British girl and we all went up to the sign up booth together. I mentioned where I was from and he just scoffed, he doesn’t really remember it but he still scoffed! We didn’t really formally meet until a few weeks later when we were both drunk in a study room with a random bunch of people.

I found out I had just missed his birthday and drunkenly wrote on his Facebook that he was my favourite British person. That hasn’t changed too much – although, there have been dips in the friendship. He knows about my past and we’ve drunkenly exchanged hilarious and heartbreaking secrets. Turns out all along, one of the nights he doesn’t even remember. Perry is a great guy – he’s the one that persuades me to go on car trips and invite him to my formals. He’s the lad you see in the street first, primarily because of his height, but also because he’s always got a cheeky little smile going on.

Even when we both went home over Christmas – we met up in Winter Wonderland and he even met some of my fam. I guess you could say it was getting pretty serious. But really, it’s funny how we had to fly half way around the world to meet. Brits flock together, somehow managing to find each other randomly, no matter what country they’re in. I’ve met Perry, Ray (my flat neighbour), Rue – the petite girl who I’ve grown to appreciate, and even english people who are here permanently for university in general.

I know I come off as cold, and I’ve been told it’s an english thing – but there’s just something about having other Brit’s around you that makes you feel right at home – thousands of miles away from home. I guess it’s the distance that makes you reveal those secrets, and bond so quickly they become a shoulder to cry on – even if they don’t remember it.


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