You Don't Have To Do It All
“A night missed in Berlin is a night missed in Berlin.”
“A night missed in Berlin is a night missed in Berlin.”
Reflecting on my time abroad is like putting together a puzzle.
This last weekend, I took an overnight trip to the town of Deventer with two of my close friends.
I’m two weeks from getting on a plane to Sydney and it feels like the whole process has been chaos.
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.
(It's a lot of crying.)
I came to Berlin, Germany with zero German skills.
I started writing these posts wondering what kind of person I was going to be as I packed for my year abroad.
After a 31-hour travel day and two lost bags, I finally made it home!