It’s hard to comprehend that my departure from London is within sight on Dec. 15. The opportunity to study abroad is something I hope other students will consider a valuable asset to their educational experience.
After almost three months, I have fallen in love with traveling. This wasn’t my first time abroad, but it was the first time I’d gone away for more than two weeks, completely independent.
Some of the strangers I met have become close friends during these 15 weeks. We fight and make up like family. These are friendships that will last a lifetime.
Studying abroad gave me the chance to go to eight countries, including England. Between making wishes at Rome’s Trevi fountain, stuffing my face with too much food in every country and experimenting with Liverpudlian fashion, I know my study abroad memories are superbly unique.
I’ve learned to take risks and go after the things I want in life.
Usually I’m shy upon meeting new people, but being here has forced me to get out of my comfort zone. Though I’m still not sure what I want to do post-graduation, studying abroad has given me a greater sense of self with which to navigate life. Previously, I stressed out about my future goals, but this experience has taught me that sometimes you just have to let things play out naturally.
That being said, students considering studying abroad should keep in mind the cost. I will be paying for this, even when it’s over. Studying abroad is not cheap, especially when you add all the money that is spent on food and travel.
Even when I’m wallowing in the sorrow of student loans, I will never regret coming to London. There is always a way to make it work, whether it be through loans, grants or scholarships. The outcome is worth all the money in the world.
Unfortunately, studying abroad can be guaranteed to tarnish a view of Main Campus. There is no bit of excitement in me to return next semester.
One thing I have missed is some of the American food that just wasn’t available overseas. The moment I step off the plane, I’m running to the nearest Jimbo’s to get a chicken Caesar salad, which doesn’t seem to exist in London – scrambled eggs, bacon and to top it all off, corned beef hash.
My one regret is that I never got to see the Royal Family. I’ll let it go until I return to London in the near future – by then, Prince Harry might be single and I may just have a chance.
As my fling with London comes to an end, it’s time to get back to my true love: New York City. This may be the end of my time in London, but this is definitely only the beginning of a new me.
Christasia Wilson can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.