I wouldn’t say I was an unhappy person before studying abroad; I definitely was always the one to be pushing positivity, but I did go through a lot that kind of started to put me back on a lesser path. The last thing I thought I was going to be able to do three months ago was pack up a suitcase and travel across the world for four months, but surprisingly it was exactly what I needed. I remember applying to college senior year of high school and you’re asked on the applications if you are interested in studying abroad, my answer was always heck no. There was no way I had the courage to just leave what I knew for such an extended amount of time. But then life went on, things happened, I lost some people, and I realized life is short and you gotta just go for the stuff that scares the crap out of you. I’ve never traveled before, heck the furthest I’ve ever been away from home was North Carolina for a week, how was I going to get on an 8 hour plane ride to Italy alone in a place where ...
just trying to figure out life and sharing my thoughts along the way