Three years ago yesterday, I did one of the scariest things I could imagine. Three years ago today, I embarked on one of the best experiences of my life. I left on Jan. 7, 2015 to go and live in London, England, for four months. Getting on the plane and flying solo for the first time, let alone overseas, was the most terrifying thing I had done. I hugged my parents goodbye at security, and then didn’t look back, because I knew if I did, I would probably burst into tears and have to be sedated. And we’d already paid for me to go, so there wasn’t really another option.
So let me start by saying, I am in no way an expert. There are plenty of people that travel far more than me who know about this. However, I’ve made my share of mistakes, and tried to learn from them, so I figure why not share the wisdom I’ve garnered from my errors? Thankfully, the longest flight I’ve been on up to this point is nine hours, because I get a little stir crazy trapped for long periods of time. Continue reading