In case you didn’t know, I am currently on my first trip outside (and it’s a solo trip!) of the U.S. and Canada. While I am writing this, I am sitting in an airport in Paris about to embark on 24 hours of travel that will end with my arrival in Zambia. Traveling alone is a strange feeling, it’s empowering yet terrifying. I have found that my inability to speak French has also put me at a disadvantage and left me feeling more alone.
I haven’t been gone long but I have to say I have never been more homesick in my life. I know it will pass and I will settle in once I get to camp but being thousands of miles away in a country where you don’t speak the native language is hard. I feel like such an outsider, since arriving in Paris I have tried my best to just not speak. I have been trying to just take everything in. It really is a beautiful city; the architecture is stunning. I just haven’t felt comfortable. But I do think that some of the best things come when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Hopefully that’s the case for me.
Here’s to hoping this experience is all that I believe it will be. Cheers to being 27 and on my first international (and solo) trip.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
― Mark Twain