Since college, I’ve had to make some tough calls regarding friendships. I’ve also been at the receiving end. More than once, I’ve been told, “Being friends with you is a lot of work.” That sucked.
During a semester abroad in Italy, I went on my first solo trip. I planned a five-day stay in Copenhagen but, only after 48 hours there, I was sobbing on my hostel bed. I called my mom and told her how miserable I was. Feeling consumed by loneliness, I cut my trip short and booked the next available flight back to Italy. It wasn’t until after I received the flight confirmation email when I realized that I had been doing the whole traveling solo thing all wrong.
I came to the Czech Republic almost 15 months ago. It’s kind of crazy to think that, at 22 and as a recent college-grad, I up and left the love, safety, and security of life in the U.S.