This September it will have been 4 years since my semester abroad. The experience completely changed my perspective and set me in motion. I felt awakened. Having the ability to study in another country for a semester is such a unique experience. I had an incredible schedule with classes only three times a week. Being there as a student with no working visa, any time not in class or doing homework was available for exploring.
I need an outlet for reminiscing on some of my most memorable days so here I am.
On Septemer 11, 2013 I stepped foot onto an airplane for the first time. I was headed for Lancaster, England. The journey would consist of one pitstop in Chicago before heading over the Atlantic Ocean, then landing in Manchester where I would have to take my first train ride (ever) to Lancaster. I was traveling with another student from my college and neither one of us were quite sure what to expect.
I remember the early morning we landed, Manchester was hidden by thick clouds and fog. We could not tell if we had just landed or if we were experiencing light turbulence. Once we deplaned we got our luggage and bought our train tickets. We hurried to catch our train and we were hesitant once we got there. We were not convinced we were at the right train and it was getting too close to departure time for comfort. We had to make a decision: were we getting on this train? I banged on the door to get a girl’s attention and she pressed a button to let us on. I looked back to see my traveling buddy had fallen on the platform and she was picking herself up to get on. I held the door for her and we looked around the train for signs we were headed for our destination.
We asked a pair of girls that looked to be about our age if this train was going to Lancaster and they said, “gosh I hope so. That’s where we are going, too.” Those two girls ended up not only being classmates at our university but some of the closest friends that we made while we were there.
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