So in less than 24 hours I will board a flight in Boston that marks the beginning of my coming semester in Prague. Ever since I learned I would be attending Charles University, I have been waiting to type that sentence. Yet, it still does not feel real to me, partially because I am not (yet) nervous about living in a foreign city where I do not know anyone well. I expected to be filled with anxiety the night before I leave, but for the most part, it has yet to come. My best hypothesis for my lack of angst: there are many other things that I am maybe illogically concerned about. Here are a few:
Cooking: Let me tell you, I make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That’s not all; my milk-to-cereal ratio in a bowl of cereal is inimitable. After these two works of art, however, my cooking skills drastically fall. Ideally, I don’t want to live off PB&Js and cereal for months, so I’m going to have to figure out other ways to feed myself. When I explained my cooking deficiencies to my mother a week ago she told me I should have started learning basic cooking techniques at the beginning of the summer. She was probably right. Angst level is high.
Housing: Students in my program live in flats or apartments amongst other Czech citizens, which will be a great way to gain exposure to the city and culture. Currently, I am missing an essential piece of this equation: a flat or apartment. The other students and I will spend the first few days looking for places to live, and our program leaders have assured us we will all find a place to live. I’m sure they know what they are talking about, but, like, what if? More angst.
Maps: My sense of direction is so bad that people will ask me if I’m serious when I request directions to a place I’ve been several times. In the States, however, I use my 4G network-run GPS whenever I have any doubts of where I’m going. In Europe, I will need to (Gasp!) read a map.
Not being nervous: Despite the aforementioned concerns, I am generally confident going into this experience. Shouldn’t I be scared? I am not a daredevil nor am I a veteran traveler. Here’s my best guess why I’m surprisingly self-confident: the amount of encouragement I have received from people who have visited Prague assures me that I will absolutely love the city. This encouragement has suppressed my worries, and now all I want to do is step on my plane.
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Selfie of the week: Because I am an egotistical millennial, here is the selfie of the week