The week before you're about to move to a foreign country is a weird time. It's a lot of lasts. Like, "what are my last meals going to be?", "what should I do my last weekend?", "Whoa this is my last day at work." It get's weird. Knowing that this is my last weekend is stressful. You put a lot of pressure on yourself and everyone around you to make the best possible memories for your last weekend in America. I should know, this is my 2nd time doing this shit. But it's also an exciting time. Thinking about how by this time next week I will be sleeping in Germany...wowza. I'm so excited but so nervous all at the same time. Will I make friends? who knows. Will my classes be in English or German? who knows. But I'm ready to find out...I'm ready to just be there...the anticipation and waiting is the worst part. Because you feel stuck. You can't do anything really because you're just planning to go. Like did I want to buy that amazing rug for my room? Yes, but seems stupid to buy a rug 6 months in advance if you know what I am saying.
Also, leaving my job is stressful. I LOVE my internship and part of me is really sad that I have to leave it. It would be the perfect job if I could just stay, but you can't plan for them to hold your job, and you can't plan for them to want you in 6 months and that's hard. Moving to Germany is just scary, that's all I am trying to say. Nothing is more exciting than leaving behind your old routine and jumping into an entirely new environment and routine, but there is also nothing scarier. You have no idea what the next 5 months hold for you. It could be the best experience of your live or the worst. Either way you will grow, learn, and adapt. Because THAT'S WHAT YOU DO. And that's why I do this, move to foreign countries I mean. Because I have no idea what it will be like, but I know in the end, the experience is going to add to my life. I'm going to be a different person, I am going to grow, and I get to experience a million things for the first time again.
This is why I love traveling, this is why I love jumping in with both feet without thinking. This is why I apply for study abroad's on a whim. Because you should do something at least once a year that scares you to death because those are going to be the moments that shaped you. Was I scared to move to Thailand? Oh hell yeah. If you remember I actually went to drop out a week before we left, and then decided not to. Was I TERRIFIED the whole plane ride there? Did I miss my mom so much it hurt? Of course. But this is part of life, the experience. You just gotta cross your fingers and hope everything works out.
When I went to Bali the first time I was extremely inspired and I wrote this cute little bucketlist for what I wanted to accomplish within the next couple years. I wrote that I wanted to
1. Find an amazing group of friends
2. Travel to Thailand
3. After Thailand find a way to travel throughout Europe
5. Write my book
and guess what? I did every single one. So now here's a new one. Because making them during huge changes in my life happen to be the best time.
1. Get an adult job
2. Move out of the state
3. Get a dog
4. Travel to Machu Pichu Peru
5. Consistently blog
Thank you guys for being with me along this journey, even if I only write to a few of you, I love writing to someone. Well as they say in Germany Tschüss!
See ya in Germany!
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Next stop Thailand (and a couple of connecting flights)