I’ve always wanted to study abroad; that much is evident from the fact that I went out of my way to apply for the Global Engagement Fellowship. Now I’m making plans to actually study abroad and, to be honest, I’m slightly… freaked out.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still very excited at the prospect of traveling and learning about new people and places, but I’ve never left the U.S., much less gone to a country where the majority of the population may not speak or even understand English.
Freaked out is definitely a good description of how I’m feeling.
I keep getting caught up in the what if’s: what if I can’t make any friends? What if I don’t understand my professors? What if I can’t find my way around the city? What if I completely hate it?
What if, heaven forbid, I can’t eat the food???
In my head I know that most of my “fears” are blown out of proportion. I most likely won’t have any problem understanding my professors or finding my way around the city, and I’m sure to make tons of friends. But at this point in time, I feel like I’m standing on a cliff in the dark; I know there is water at the bottom but I can’t see it, which makes the whole experience that much scarier. The only qualm that I do give weight to is about the food. I happen to be a very picky eater. But, who knows, maybe my study abroad experience will beat that out of me.
One thing’s for sure: This summer I get to find out all the answers.