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On My Way


I am currently at the Indianapolis International Airport about to begin my Journey to study abroad in Berlin, Germany. I will be participating in the program entitled, “Communications, New Media, and Journalism,” and I will be learning material that will go hand in hand with what I am learning here at IU in the journalism department. Not only will I be living in a beautiful and vibrant city, but I will also be studying material in line with my passions.

Adam at the airport

Me standing at the center of the Indianapolis International Airport after checking in for my flight to Berlin, Germany.

If you would have told me two days ago I had made it to the airport, fully packed and ready to go, I would not have believed you. Procrastination really takes on a new meaning when it comes to me. But here I am, waiting to board my plane. I wish I could tell you saying goodbye mom and dad and my boyfriend was easy, but it wasn’t. It was a very teary-eyed goodbye actually. It’s not my fault I’m surrounded by a lot of love in my life, and I’m sad to leave that behind, even if only for 5 months. I am however, very much looking forward to my upcoming trip now that my suitcase is packed, and I’ve said my goodbyes.

I will say, besides saying my goodbyes, one of the hardest parts of preparing for my trip has been packing my suitcase. There is so much that you would love to bring, but really should leave behind in order to have space for more important items. For example, I would have loved to have packed my fuzzy blanket, but I know I can always just buy one once I arrive. I did not, however, hesitate to bring my camera. I am now ready, as my mom said, to “let the journey begin!”


The Trip Before the Plane Ride

Abbey Hudetz. London, England

The thing that people don’t tell you about leaving to go abroad is that once the realization hits that you are going to another country for months on end, you essentially turn into a powder keg of emotions. In less than a week I will be on a flight to London, trying not to look like an idiot while I blow up my travel neck pillow and flip through Skymall magazine to figure out which of my million-dollar ideas I thought I had originally conjured have already been invented. Studying in London and travelling Europe will undoubtedly be the most romantic, existential, and invigorating experience of my life thus far. I harbor no inhibitions about the trip itself, I know it will play a poignant role in my development as a person and my worldview. But when it comes to leaving the people that I love, on some subconscious level, I am not quite sure how to confront my emotions. I am going to break down the roller coaster I have experienced thus far.

Phase 1: Irritability

Let me preface this by saying that I love my family. But this past week, I have been a trip. I know it, too. I was snapping at my brother without valid reason (how dare he ask to borrow my iPhone charger while I’m using it???). Needless to say, I have not exactly been a regular ray of sunshine. My mother tried delicately confronting me about this attitude problem – big mistake. “Oh, you don’t enjoy my company?” I barked back. “You do realize I leave in a week, right?” She explained that my departure was precisely the reason she thought I was showing such uncharacteristic irritability toward the people I care about most. She hypothesized that at a subconscious level, leaving them behind would be much less painful if I left upset with them. I immediately felt like I had been splenetic toward the people that I had meant to cherish my short window of time with. Cue the next phase…

Phase 2: Sentimentality

After those maternal insights, I realized that I had to abandon my immature behavior and face my reality head-on. I was about to leave my family, friends, and the country that I have called home in a few short days. I began to cherish every moment with my loved ones, almost obsessively. When you start to get emotional about clean laundry and leftovers simply because they remind you of home, it may be a red flag that you are somewhat unstable. Needless to say, I found it therapeutic and essential to carve out time for my loved ones. I opted to spend my New Years’ Eve at home rather than in a crowded party with strangers, probably one of the best memories of my break thus far.

Phase 3: Nerves, Nerves, Nerves

I write this phase about an hour before I am supposed to be whisked to the airport. I think I have quadruple-checked for my passport. I am utterly convinced that I have forgotten some essential item to make room for something frivolous, like the five bottles of nail polish that I could not bear to part with. I am a notorious over-packer, but somehow I always seem to leave behind some integral piece of the travel puzzle. I have butterflies that consist of equal parts excitement and panic. I feel as though someone took all of my emotions and threw them into a blender on the high setting. All this adrenaline will make it impossible to find solace in sleep on the plane, but the jet lag will be worth it.

Abbey Hudetz - Redefining herself through a global experience

Up, Up and Away!

Erica Ewen

Many emotions are coursing through me as I await my first flight, with my final destination in Berlin, Germany for the next 4 weeks; excited for the experiences ahead, sad to say goodbye to my family for a while, and anxious for the traveling process to get underway.

If you are anything like me, you have over-prepared (and probably over-packed) for the next few weeks ahead. There are many things that are essential to overseas travel like your passport, phone, money, etc., but there are also several things that are necessary that might not be as apparent to you unless you ask or are a seasoned world-traveler yourself!

Converters: European electric outlets are different from those in the United States and without your converters (I purchased mine at Bed, Bath & Beyond) you are sure to melt your cords and ruin your possessions. I also purchased a converter specifically for my phone from my cellphone provider.

Camera: This is a more of a personal preference item, but I have considered it a necessity for my trip. My iPhone camera would probably suffice, but I convinced my sister to let me borrow her Nikon D3100 with a 18-70mm lens. I can candidly say that I have no idea what those numbers mean, but I wanted to be able to capture all the things I will see with the best equipment!


Some of the necessities: passport, camera, backpack, jacket!

An Open Mind: This should be a day-to-day necessity, in my opinion, but it is especially needed when traveling to a new place with 10 other people that I have never met. I’m (somewhat) prepared for the culture shock and possible homesickness that I might face after a few days in Germany, but I can also say that I plan to combat that by remembering why I chose to come to Berlin in the first place. I really wanted to be immersed in the city that I have previously learned so much about in my courses at IU and learn about how the city and the culture has changed and how the people have adapted to that change.

I am thoroughly excited to be in Berlin and start this adventure!

Erica Ewen - exploring German History through experience

Waiting Room of Adventure

Sarah Whaley

Almost all my friends are gone. They are back to school, back at work, or already on their overseas adventures. I am home: washing dishes, working Monday through Thursday to pass the time, and scribbling tentative packing lists. And I still have a couple of weeks to go.

I don’t think I have ever experienced such a strange time in my life. I know I’m about to embark on a life-changing adventure, but I’m still here. It’s perplexing and I feel as if, in a way, I’m not entirely in existence anywhere. Half of my self is in Indiana, avoiding packing out of fear doing so will make my trip nonfiction. (Seriously, all I’ve done towards packing is put my suitcases in the hallway.) The other half of my self is already 10,000 air miles away in Adelaide, battling giant spiders and sea snakes. A bit dramatic, but if recent news is anything to judge by, my brain is doing me a favor by preparing for war.

Luggage & travel guide

My meager attempt at packing.

At first, the worst part about being in this antechamber of adventure (waiting room, but I like the way “antechamber of adventure” sounds like it could be the eighth Harry Potter book) was that my friends are no longer a campus walk away. But now I’ve reconnected with old friends at home and I’m spending almost every weekend traveling the state to see the rest. The worst part of waiting now is how my trip to Australia is all anyone wants to talk to me about. And I can’t even count the number of times the same people have asked me when I leave. I know they’re not anxious to be rid of me, but on darker days my mind sometimes goes there.

The first dream I had about Australia was a couple of months back. In the dream, I couldn’t make any new friends at University of Adelaide, and when I came back all my friends here had forgotten about me. The friends I told about the dream laughed at me to say, “As if that would ever happen.” But for as much as I laughed at myself in front of them, it’s still a legitimate fear. As legitimate as my fear of giant spiders and sea snakes.

Though I’m still struggling to feel fully in existence anywhere, my hope has been replenished thanks of one of my favorite movies, The Princess Diaries. Specifically, I’m given hope by the words of Mia’s father: “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.”

Traveling literally halfway around the world alone for the first time is incredibly terrifying. But while I’m clinging to these next couple weeks at home, I’m also anxious to move out of the waiting room and into my adventure. Fears of being friendless or bitten by animals aside, I could not be more excited. Not only will my overseas study give me the opportunity to take interesting classes, live within a different culture, and make new friends, but it will give me the opportunity to really get to know myself. After all, when all that you know is left behind, all that is left is you. I am looking forward to meeting myself in Australia.

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Packing for Barcelona: The First Test

Katie Bosler

So, you are getting ready for your semester abroad. You have never been more excited. What seemed like a dream freshman year is finally here. You hit every deadline and meticulously checked off all of the requirements.

But there’s one small catch. How does one pack for an entire semester?

When attempting to assemble your entire closet into a single suitcase, you need to be prepared to “let go.” I know it’s not easy, girls. You probably have an emotional attachment to EVERY article of clothing you own. But now it’s time to say goodbye.

In my daydreams, I envision myself walking along the cobblestone streets of Barcelona. I’m picturing a much trendier, cooler version of myself wearing clothes seen only in magazines. During these sporadic dreams, which occur only during class and study time naturally, I’ve come to realize that taking every t-shirt and pair of jeans isn’t a smart move, and it’s definitely not going to make up for my lack of “euro” attire.

So instead, I have come to the conclusion that my wardrobe will revolve around seven staple items that will rotate among my daily and nightly outfits. Among this collection are two pairs of short, ankle boots for walking (black and brown, of course), two pairs of trusty jeans (light and dark wash), a light, navy blue jacket (perfect for mid-fifties temperatures), a patterned scarf (how euro!), and my loyal brown wayfarer Ray-Bans (a must have for photos). While these items may not seem like much of a start to my Barcelona wardrobe, I have no doubt in my mind I’ll be able to tie them into whatever I assemble in my attempt to look as non-touristy as possible!

clothes for packing

the seven staples


As for the rest of the items I’ve imagined myself sporting in my daydreams, I’ll spend my two and a half weeks of winter break begging and convincing my parents to take me shopping because I’ll NEED to be fashionable there (c’mon, Dad!).

Spring semester in Barcelona will see a range of weather and temperatures. I know it will be a good idea to pack for all kinds of weather due to our weekend visits to other countries with different climates. I’ll pack a heavy-duty winter coat (daydreams of the Swiss Alps) as well as good walking shoes. I will also throw in a swimsuit (or two) and shorts because if I don’t travel along the coast and see the many beautiful beaches in Spain come April, I’ll be one unhappy camper!

So, it’s time to start packing. Let’s get ready for the most memorable semester of our lifetime!

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Lining up the Ducks

Kaleb McCain

As the snow melts away in Bloomington, drawing the students out to the grassy fields of Woodlawn for their first game of frisbee, Spring begins to sneak her sunny, blue skies in between the polar vortex days of an Indiana winter. However, at this moment I am not concerned with having a picnic in Dunn meadow or taking a peaceful walk down the B-line trail because I’m too busy scrambling to line up my ducks before departing for a semester abroad in Lima, Perú – moving out of my apartment, receiving all the necessary vaccines, notifying my bank, buying a current converter for appliances, packing my bag, getting to Atlanta to catch our departure flight, finding a host family in Lima, filing my taxes, having that final meal or drink with friends and family, and yes, even writing this blog. But don’t pity me; I’ve had over two months to prepare for these moments.


Never a bad idea to pack extra underwear.

On Tuesday, I vacated “the condo” – a third story flat located in the Villas (Stadium Crossing to the newer generation of students). “The condo” housed a variety of occupants including my two older brothers, a couple of cousins, and plenty of wonderful friends over the last seven years. Yes, there were a few bad apples that brought bedbugs amongst other things, but the end of such a grandiose residential dynasty only adds to the feeling that I’m closing one door (literally) and opening another.

During my final visit with my grandma we played a couple games of Yahtzee – the standard activity anytime someone comes to visit Grandma. As the dice clattered around inside the cup, I found myself thinking about one of Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History podcasts. In the podcast, Mr. Carlin discussed how remarkable and extraordinary a situation must be in order for a population to realize that they themselves are living through a moment of significant change in history. Then a thought struck me – I as an individual am living through a moment of significant change in my own life. Fate is funny. Sometimes these moments are brought about by some minute decision, such as deciding to eat lunch in the Wright food court with a cute girl, which leads to being in a romantic relationship for nearly two years (she’s studying in Lima as well!). But no, this was one of those momentous decisions, like taking a new job or having a child, that can have such a great effect on one’s life that you feel the ripples of consequence stretch back from the future and alter your reality before the event has even transpired. “It’ll be a wonderful experience,” said Grandma as we wrapped up our game of Yahtzee. Wonderful is only the tip of the iceberg.

The parts of my life I didn’t stuff into my backpack now lie stacked in the entrance of my parent’s home. Kitchenware, camping gear, clothes, office supplies, a couple guitars, and random trinkets sit in duct-taped boxes until my return in August. August. Five months. I can’t help but wonder, what all will happen while I’m gone? How much will my sister-in-law’s new kitten grow? Will Tom Crean learn how to coach offense against a zone? Will my little cousin be walking and talking? It seems like a long time, but I know it will fly by before I even have time to grasp it.

Last Meal

The last lunch.

With a little luck and a lot of help, I’ve managed to line up the majority of the aforementioned ducks in the last couple weeks. There were definitely moments of anxiety brought on by the sheer magnitude of the decisions and plans being laid in front of me like a set of trembling dominoes. I didn’t even know where I would be staying in Lima until two weeks ago. Who wouldn’t feel that anxiety? I’m an American student who grew up in rural central Indiana, traveling to a country I’ve never been to where a language I can just barely understand is spoken, to live in an enormous city with a woman I’ve never met. But hey, life’s an adventure. Either the reality of the decision has escaped me or my anxieties have simply subsided, leaving behind a sense of excitement, curiosity, anticipation, and wonder that are smoking inside me like the barbecue ribs that I chowed down on for my final lunch in the United States.

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A Case of the What Ifs

Megan Shaffer

I’d had a long, six-week winter break to relax, prepare for the trip, and spend time with family and friends, yet on my last day in the states, I was feeling uneasy.  As I sat on my bedroom floor, trying to cram 4 months of stuff into a fifty pound suitcase and a carry-on, I began with the “what ifs.”  What if I forget to pack something?  What if I get pickpocketed?  What if I cannot find something I can eat?  What if I get homesick?  What if I get lost?  (And so on…)  My fears were not entirely irrational; I had reason to be nervous.  I do not know a single person in my program.  I am gluten intolerant, and will be living in the land of pasta and pizza.  I have a terrible sense of direction.  I do not speak a word of Italian. (Actually, I take that back.  I know the words “si,” “no,” and “ciao.”)

Despite these fears, I was still looking forward to leaving for Rome the next day.  Last semester had been a difficult one for me, both academically and on a more personal level, so I was ready for a semester of new places, new people, and new experiences.  I was a bit nervous to face the challenges that a different country, different language, and different customs could bring about, but having lived my entire life in Indiana, the thought of living in a foreign country was exciting to me.  When I look back on my life, the times that I felt that I experienced the most personal growth were the times that change was introduced into my life.  I believe that change forces you outside of your comfort zone, allowing you to discover insights not only about yourself, but also about the world at large.

After saying my last goodbye, I was overcome by a rush of emotions: sad to leave my family and both nervous and excited for what lay ahead.  As I sat in the Indianapolis airport waiting to board my flight to Rome, I tried not to let the negative emotions overcome me.  There are sure to be obstacles in my way during my study abroad experience, but no matter what, the positives will outweigh the negatives.  Living in Rome for four months, I know I will have the opportunity to meet new people, see new places, and learn new things.  I will be living in one of the oldest cities in the world, so full of rich history.  I will be in a school with nearly 100 students from all over the United States.  I will have 7 roommates, including a native Italian.  I will be interning at an Italian company.  The list goes on.  I know that studying abroad will be an incredible learning experience, and I hope that it will give me a broader sense of the world around me.  Plus, I expect to have a whole lot of fun while I’m there.

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