As many times as I’ve travelled abroad, you’d think I would grasp just how many little nit picky details there are to tend to before departure. It never fails, however, that the week before my trip I sit down and think about everything I have to accomplish before my trip, and the realization hits me that I still have a to-do list a mile and a half long – call the bank, set up the phone plan, pack my suitcase. It felt as though my list was actually growing in length. After several days of what felt like no break running errands, it is finally time to head to Atlanta.


I’ve been preparing for this trip for months, but not until I was dropped off at the airport did it finally sink in that in less than twenty-four hours I would be across the world in a totally foreign land, and would not be stateside again for almost three months. I’ve never been away from home for so long before, and honestly I was a little nervous. However, greatly overpowering the feeling of nervousness I felt in the pit of my stomach was that of excitement for the unknown adventures that awaited me from across the pond. What kinds of people would I meet? What if I don’t like the food I eat? Will I be able to find my way around without getting lost? Only T-minus 10 hours until I find out.