Everybody said it: I would change. That I would learn so much it would be like college except for life. That my world would forever be different… Well, 113 days into my first trip abroad and I don’t know if the drastic assumptions above have applied to me yet, But I do have a little first hand experience to reflect on and share. These lessons are mostly based on mistakes, and frustrating backwards crawls through paperwork and learning that I have a lot to learn. |
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This trip has not been what I expected. I guess I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly nothing as challenging and emotional and hard as this. Please don't get me wrong...every day I wake up and think "I am in EUROPE" and those words taste so sweet. When I walk down these ancient cobble-stone streets, I get those butterfly's in my stomach and repeat to myself, hey this is real. And then I trip because said cobblestones are by no means even ;) Okay, I will be the first to admit that my sense of direction is in need of help. I find myself aimlessly wandering about constantly, and I know all of you can relate to this (cough cough, just say yes) … but after a month of walking the chaotic streets of Prague, my confidence was on the rise. The days of blundering around searching for wifi so I could search for a map so I could search for my destination were over. Right? Wrong. 30 days. 720 hours. 43200 minutes. 2,592,000 seconds. 3 European cities explored. 3 airplane rides, squished in the middle--16 hours of the middle seat actually-- 4 or 5 awkward 'I-know-I'm-in-your-space-and-it-stinks-don't-give-me-that-look' looks on those airplane rides. 40 Lbs of too much luggage. 1 minimalist-crazed moment of giving away half of my clothes. 27 days regretting that decision. |
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