Home Again
As I lay in my bed writing this, a week after I have returned home, I am finally able to reflect on what it means to be back.
As I lay in my bed writing this, a week after I have returned home, I am finally able to reflect on what it means to be back.
In my first week back home, I’ve realized how lonely being home can be after a semester abroad.
I love food, so when I hopped on a plane to Germany, I couldn’t wait to try all kinds of foods and to share delicious meals with my new friends abroad.
“A night missed in Berlin is a night missed in Berlin.”
Reflecting on my time abroad is like putting together a puzzle.
Travel is a privilege and an opportunity for personal and intellectual growth, but the scary reality is that it’s also destructive of the environment.
I've finally reached the end of the fall semester, and now I can properly reflect on the experience of attending a Dutch university.
This last weekend, I took an overnight trip to the town of Deventer with two of my close friends.
Somehow, I've found my way back to the S terminal of the Madrid airport. Except, this time, my destination is Washington, DC and not Granada, Spain.