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One. Do not promise when you’re happy.
Two. When you are angry, do not respond.
Three. Do not decide when you’re sad.
—(via hemped)

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When you travel abroad, “they” always warn you about the culture shock you’ll face; contrarily, they also make you excited about the wonderful opportunities ahead of you.
You spend months preparing for your departure, and when you’ve finally reached your destination abroad, your days start to mesh into weeks, which become months. These months will easily become the quickest you’ve ever experienced.
At this point, you’re probably shaking your head in agreement while you silently try to figure out where the hell these past four months have gone.
Life moves by pretty quickly when you don’t really have any serious responsibilities to worry about for a couple of months. Right?
Most likely for the first time in your life, you have allowed yourself to fall deeply in love, over and over again. Each new journey abroad felt like the anticipation of the moment right before your first kiss with someone you really like. There’s something so beautiful about the thrill of experiencing something completely new and unfamiliar, both in terms of places and people. Face it: you’re in love with studying abroad. I know I was.
That’s why “they”, have no real way of preparing you for the heartbreak that comes along with leaving a place you’ve learned to call home, surrounded by people who have become your family. It’s the mature breakup that neither of you really want, but deep down know is for the best.
Alright so maybe all of that was a bit dramatic. Okay, it was actually really dramatic. The thing is that somehow you were able to find that this resonated with you, at least in some way. Leaving a place you’ve learned to love is one of the most bittersweet departures you’ll ever face.
Luckily though, you’ve made some good friends along the way who will always want to talk about the memories you’ve shared together.
Such as:-The simple beauty of ancient buildings and cobblestone roads.-Watching the sunset over the city you studied abroad in, while being able to legally drink outside.-Climbing to the top of an Alp in freezing cold weather.-Sneaking into a pub crawl and pretending that you’re Australian, to fit in.-Frolicking around castles that could have come straight out of a Disney movie.-Turning the boat ride from Austria to Bratislava into a “booze-cruise”-Getting lost in Berlin with new friends you met at your hostel, and coming back in time to watch the sunrise.-Eating your body weight at a buffet in Hungary that cost half of what it would back here in the U.S.
Those were my stories anyway.
You’re probably scared that soon, you’ll have to tell all of these stories in the past tense. You’re afraid that you’ll forget the smallest details that mean the most to you now. You’re afraid that people will get sick of hearing about the stories that they weren’t able to experience with you.
I’m telling you that it’s completely normal to feel this way when you leave something you enjoyed so much.
As written in the quote above, “that’s the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”
The reason that I wrote this post now is because tonight marks exactly one year since my last night abroad. (Click here for details of that adventure)
Not a day goes by without me reflecting on my favorite stories from Prague. The thing is, that I have new stories to tell also. Life goes on and though you might have just experienced the time of your life and are having difficulty in coping with leaving it behind, I promise you that there are other great times ahead of you.
Appreciate the conversations you’ve had and the adventures you’ve experienced. Some people never leave the town they were born in. Others who leave to travel, view the rest of the world as a tourist from the outside. You my friends, are travelers; resilient nomads of the world. Consider yourself to be lucky to have fallen in love so many times.
With love,

Everyone who has studied abroad should read this. Reblog if you’ve ever felt the way Danielle feels in this post.
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i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross