Don’t get me wrong, I love traveling, but if given the option, I’d choose to live abroad. Here’s why…Continue reading “Why I’d Rather Live Abroad Than Travel”
In many parts of the world, Americans are often seen as ethnocentric with a lack of cultural understanding. Maybe they don’t feel the need to become more culturally-aware because they belong to a globally-dominant culture. While the U.S. claims to embrace different cultures, I’m not sure most Americans live up to that, but I want to.Continue reading “How Being American Has Shaped My Worldview”
Being in lock-down has made me, and many others, anxious to get back out exploring. So, when the time comes for another adventure, here are some tips to cut costs and avoid headaches!Continue reading “6 Tips for Easy and Affordable Travelling (When That’s a Thing Again)”
The year is 2020. Some people call it the Digital Age. Others call it the Internet Era. By any name, our time is one marked by globalization, a process of interaction and integration between various stakeholders worldwide.
Economically-speaking, it has spawned raw materials and investment opportunities on a global scale. Politically, it has altered diplomatic relations with the rise of intergovernmentalism, evidenced by organizations such as the United Nations, European Union, and North Atlantic Treaty Organization. Seemingly a result of these alliances, the rate of cultural diffusion has never been higher, correlating with rises in global migration and tourism.
Enter me. Among the countless byproducts of globalization is my life. In 1997, I was adopted from Russia by American parents. Especially given my roots, I grew up with a global mindset which later led me to live abroad. To date, I’ve thrived in the globalized world. I’ve reaped its benefits. Yet, I’ve also witnessed its shortcomings.Continue reading “Globalization Kind Of Sucks”
In less than five months, I’m leaving the Czech Republic. Although I’m flying home to the U.S., that’s only a pit-stop before my next international adventure…
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.