It was exactly 3 years ago today that I arrived in Germany for my semester abroad. This trip encompassed many “firsts” for me: first time traveling alone, first transatlantic flight, first time outside of the U.S.
So, I was quite nervous to say the least, and I definitely would have never guessed that this semester abroad would have such a huge impact on the rest of my life.
This is my journal entry from that fateful day. I wrote it during a 4-hour layover in the Zurich Airport. If you choose to read it, please do not laugh at my silly reactions to the transatlantic flight (keep in mind it was my first one).
I started this journal on the day I left Chicago, which was August 31, 2011. The first entry was written in O’Hare Airport. Unfortunately, I only ended up writing in this journal about 15 times during that semester. But still, it is nice to read these snapshots of where I was, what I was doing, and how I was feeling on a certain day.
I actually wrote on October 31, 2011, for example, that it would be so cool to be able to come back and do a Master’s program in Germany. Who knew I would end up getting accepted to grad school in Germany
a few years later.
Crazy what can happen in 3 years.
Have you ever kept a journal? Do you still have it?