tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67269616808850602372024-03-05T19:39:51.495-05:00Made To TravelAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00558776202696778594noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726961680885060237.post-10036267651950112402015-10-10T14:14:00.001-04:002015-10-10T14:39:09.716-04:00Oh Darling, Let's Be Adventurous. <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #262626; text-indent: -48px;">My first bucket list that I made was posted on this blog almost two years ago! Since then, I've checked a few things off my list and also added some (new and old things) that I feel are worthy of being on my list! I've seen and done some pretty cool things in my 25 years, and I can't wait to see more and explore more. Any other recommendations/suggestions</span><span style="color: #262626; text-indent: -48px;"> are welcome and appreciated :) </span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit all 50 states</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go zip lining</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride in a hot air balloon</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go to the Ellen Degeneres Show</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Intern for the Ellen Degeneres Show</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #262626; text-indent: -0.5in;">-</span><strike style="color: #262626; text-indent: -0.5in;">Visit the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go whitewater rafting</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Live by the beach</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride a mechanical bull</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Donate blood</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Climb to the top of The Leaning Tower of Pisa</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit Stonehenge (In a series of unfortunate events, I haven't made it there yet)</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Be part of a flash mob</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Live in New York City </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Tour Buckingham Palace</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Stand on the equator </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Learn to drive a stick shift </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Ride a gondola in Venice</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Be someone's Maid of Honor</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Work and live abroad</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Volunteer abroad</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit Australia </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Adopt a dog</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Win a karaoke contest</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Meet a celebrity </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go on a cruise </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Make a wish in the Trevi Fountain</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Win big at a casino</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Celebrate St. Patrick's Day in Ireland</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; text-indent: -48px;">-</span><strike style="color: #262626; text-indent: -48px;">Write a letter to my future self</strike><br />
<strike style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Attend a gay pride parade</strike><br />
<strike style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Attend a gay wedding</strike><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit the rainforest</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Visit Auschwitz</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Visit the Louvre in Paris</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Build a house</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go to Las Vegas</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Adopt a child</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride a camel in Morocco </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go on an African Safari</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride on an elephant</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Swim with dolphins</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride on a wave runner </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Learn another language</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-</span><strike style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">Become an organ donor</strike><br />
<strike style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Get a college degree</strike><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go bungee jumping </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go hiking in Norway</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Fly first class</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Step foot in all 7 continents </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-See a Broadway musical</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-See the Mona Lisa</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Kiss the Blarney Stone in Ireland</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Meet Jodi Picoult (my favorite author)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Make a wish at the Trevi Fountain</strike> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Float in the Dead Sea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Attend Oktoberfest in Munich</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Kiss a stranger</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Climb to the top of the Notre Dame</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-See the Colosseum</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Go </strike></span><strike>skinny-dipping</strike><br />
<strike>-Ask someone out on a date</strike><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit Dubai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-</strike>Drink nothing but water for a week</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Date someone completely wrong for me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Learn to play a musical instrument</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Pay off all student loans</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit the Taj Mahal </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit the Swiss Alps</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-Get </span>hypnotized</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Crash a wedding</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Stay at a 5 star hotel</strike></span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-</strike>Get married to the love of my life</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-</strike>Honeymoon in Bora Bora</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit 50 countries by the time I'm 50 (currently at 18)</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Watch my niece and nephew graduate high school</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Buy a stranger a meal at a restaurant</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Buy a stranger's groceries</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Change at least one person's mind about gay rights</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Complete the "21 Day Fix"</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go island hopping in Greece</span><br />
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Wow. So it's been awhile. I have been living in Prague for seventeen months now. What?! For me to even write that is crazy. If you would've told me before I moved to Prague that I would still be living here after almost a year and a half, I would never have believed you. In my mind I was staying at least six months, maybe a year if I liked it well enough. And yet here I am, still living a Czech life. So much has gone on in the nine month span since I've written my last post. Where to start?</div>
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Well, I am now living out of the city center in a nice residential area in the Prague 6 district. I have a studio apartment to myself. Although living alone can get lonely at times, I've been enjoying myself and my new place quite a bit. I have made a lot of friends and I have lost a lot of friends. I think one of the hardest parts about being an expat is the never-ending goodbyes. I have had to say goodbye to more friends in the past year and a half than I think I have in my whole life. There are only a handful of us still in Prague from our original TEFL group. All the rest have either moved on to a different country, or back to the States. Being an expat means having to deal with almost constant change. Changes in jobs, friends, apartments...you name it. But I think the biggest change occurs within yourself. I know that I'm sounding cheesy as hell right now. But honestly, I feel like a totally different person from the girl that boarded a plane to Prague seventeen months ago. </div>
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Speaking of changes, the contract I had with the preschool I worked for ended in June. I worked at this preschool from last August until the end of June. It was the most stressful, demanding, and rewarding ten months that I've had. Since then, I have been trying to pick up some babysitting and private English lessons as a way to earn extra money and fill up my time until I find another job. I would like to branch out of the teaching world a bit and see what else I could do as a profession here in Prague. But mostly, I have just been enjoying the summer. I did my first ever solo trip in July around Croatia. I was so apprehensive to travel alone. I had always taken the backseat when it came to directions and all the important stuff when traveling with a friend or group. How the hell would I manage to get myself around Croatia?! But alas friends, I did it. And guess what? It was amazing. I had the best time for those six days traveling around and meeting new people. There were so many other solo travelers just like myself that I met along the way. I met travelers from England, Australia, Brazil, the U.S., Canada, and much more. It was so lovely to pick other people's brains about their view on the world and traveling. I gained a lot of insight on those short six days. I also gained a lot of confidence. Since I only had myself to rely on, I had to make sure that I was organized and ready to get myself where I needed to be. I ended up doing much better than I thought I would. I navigated my way through Dubrovnik, Split, and Zagreb like a champ. I took a speedboat tour in Split to The Blue Lagoon and Trogir, I joined a Ghost Tour in Zagreb, and I drank a lot of wine and beer. It was the most relaxing trip that I've ever taken. There was no stress about where to go or what to do. My Croatia trip was exactly what I needed and I am 100% sure that I will be traveling solo again in the near future.</div>
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Although it is nice to have the summer off, it can also get a bit boring and lonely. I felt myself falling into a bit of a slump in my daily routine since ending my teaching job. My trip to Croatia reminded me to find the beauty in each day and really just to stop and enjoy life a bit more. So for now, I don't have a new steady job (but I'm searching!). I had an interview today that went really well, so hopefully by my next blog post I'll be ranting and raving about my fabulous new job ;) </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00558776202696778594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726961680885060237.post-14145193235908765942014-11-04T15:50:00.000-05:002015-10-09T15:23:32.464-04:00It's Not Always Rainbows and Butterflies <div style="text-align: center;">
People look at specks of my life through social media and "ooh and ahh" about it. More than once, I have heard statements such as: "You're so lucky!" or "You're living the dream!". And, yes, I am extremely fortunate to have this opportunity to live and work abroad. Yes, I am living out my dream of being immersed in a foreign country. But life has its ups and downs no matter the circumstances.</div>
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There are always going to be good days and bad days. And I will admit that I don't talk about the not-so-great aspects of living in Europe and being 4,000 miles away from home. Those things typically aren't discussed over social media for a number of reasons. First of all, we don't want others to see us as that "whiny, annoying" person on their newsfeed . We all know someone who posts depressing things on their social media in order to receive some attention. Secondly, it's just not the norm to talk about the not-so-amazing aspects of our lives on social media. Most of the time, we seek gratification from our friends and peers through our posts raving about our accomplishments and our seemingly "perfect" lives. We rant and rave about the cool things we've seen and the places that we've been. We often gush about our lives...posting pictures that scream, "Look at how great my life is!". And to peoples' credit, sometimes it's not meant to make others jealous. For example whenever I visit a new place, I feel so much happiness that I want to share that feeling with my friends and family. But, as I'm sure you know, there is plenty of content floating around social media that's main purpose is to make other people envious.</div>
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Honestly, I have days here where I don't even want to go out of my flat because I'm feeling like shit that day and don't want to be bothered. Sometimes a girl just wants to go to the store without makeup on wearing yoga pants without feeling judged. Let's just say that living in the center of a capital city makes that quite difficult. There are days where it's so frustrating to not know the native language that something as simple as ordering food can majorly stress you out. There are days where the very thought of my family brings me to tears because I remember how long it's been since I've seen them and how hard it is to get to them.</div>
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I know, I know what you're thinking...I sound like a stuck-up brat complaining about my "hard" European life. But just hear me out. This post isn't meant to complain about my life. Honestly, the life that I'm living is pretty grand. I am happier here in Prague than I have been anywhere else. I just want everyone to know that my life (much like anyone else's) is not a constant dream. We all have our good and bad days. Life can be a bitch no matter where you are or what you are doing. So next time you're feeling jealous while scrolling through your newsfeed, remember that there is much more to someone's life than the rosy picture they paint on social media.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00558776202696778594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726961680885060237.post-24541432710521432542014-10-03T13:01:00.004-04:002015-10-09T15:23:43.496-04:00That's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.<div style="text-align: center;">
I have been known to be quite an empathetic (and often emotional) creature. Of course, sometimes this sucks. I could emphasize with week-old roadkill if I let myself. So maybe I'm feeling extra emotional lately...I don't know. But, sometimes a story that I read really strikes a chord with me and I can't shake off that icky feeling.</div>
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Anyone who knows me knows that I love fiercely. You can say whatever you want about me, but as soon as you talk about someone I love, we'll have a problem. I protect my niece and nephew like they are my own children. I'd like to think that one day I will have a family. But honestly, it scares the shit out of me thinking about bringing a human being into this world. I endlessly feel the need to protect my loved ones from all the bad things in our world. The logical part of me knows that that is impossible. There are always going to be good and bad people in the world. There are always going to be situations that you can't control. I just can't fathom seeing my (very, very, theoretical) children being hurt by these types of people. It makes me sick to think that people like this exist. And it just seems to be getting worse. With the internet and social media, it seems that people think they can do or say whatever they want without any repercussions. It's so disgusting to see the things that strangers say to other strangers. Do they not realize that a real person is on the other end of that message that they send? That someone's life could be affected by their words? Words can be so powerful.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00558776202696778594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726961680885060237.post-35938336877534613622014-07-27T12:41:00.000-04:002015-10-09T15:23:53.438-04:00You've got a Gypsy Soul to Blame...<div style="text-align: center;">
These past three weeks have been great because I've finally gotten to travel a bit! First, I went to Krakow, Poland and the weekend after I was off to Budapest, Hungary. It feels really good to be traveling again. Prior to these trips, I had only visited Vienna, Austria (twice!) since being in Prague, and both of those trips were for visa stuff. Which reminds me...I finally have a visa and a work permit, so I am officially legal to live and work here! Yay!</div>
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My weekend trip to Krakow was great. Honestly, the main reason I wanted to visit Krakow was to take a trip to Auschwitz. Other than that, I was pretty ill informed about the actual city itself. My traveling buddy Tori and I took a night train to Krakow, which was about an 8 and 1/2 long trip. We booked the train because, A.) we thought we could sleep on the train and B.) it was cheap. Well, weren't we in for a surprise when we found our seats. The seats were broken up into different carriages that seated eight people per carriage. I say the word "seats" lightly. They were basically glorified benches. I half expected the dude from Eurotrip to be sitting next me massaging my back and saying, "mi scusi, mi scusi". Thankfully, the people in our carriage were awesome and we ended up drinking most of the night and playing Cards Against Humanity. By the time we arrived to Krakow, I was still a bit intoxicated and tried to take out a ton of money at the ATM because I didn't understand Polish currency. (Just giving Americans a good name, as usual). When we were finally able to check into our hostel, we took a well deserved nap and then explored the city. Krakow exceeded my expectations. The city center was beautiful and the streets were full of life. We saw a parade and a few shows just walking down the streets. Tori and I visited Oskcar Schindler's Factory, which was extremely interesting. Each room had a different sort of "theme" and made you feel like you were back in that time period. It was eye-opening and made me even more anxious to visit Auschwitz. </div>
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The next day, Tori and I took an hour long bus ride to Auschwitz. Even though our tour group was huge, it was still a really enlightening experience. Some of the things that I saw were almost unbelievable. There were piles and piles of suitcases, shoes, kitchen utensils, etc. that belonged to the many victims of the camps. The most disturbing thing that I saw was a giant pile of human hair. Everyone who came into the camps had to get their hair cut, which resulted in tons and tons of human hair. It was a really eerie experience, knowing that I was in a place that became a living nightmare for so many. I stood in a gas chamber where people unknowingly were murdered after being told they were going to take a shower. Seeing the little holes in the ceiling of the building where the gas was dropped down was almost too much to bear. How did something this horrific and cruel go on? It was very bizarre to be in the same place that I have read, researched, and learned so much about in my short lifetime. I was at such a distinguishing place in human history that I don't think it really sunk in until after I was back in Prague. People kept asking me how my experience visiting Auschwitz was. I couldn't find the right words to accurately describe it. Amazing? No. Awesome? No. All those words seemed like a disrespectful way to describe such an important place in history. Honestly, I'm still not sure how to describe my visit to Auschwitz. But I can say this. Visiting Auschwitz was very eye-opening and almost unbelievable experience. I think that everyone should visit at least once in their life to understand the horror of events that occurred there and to make sure that something like this never happens again.</div>
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The last time I posted, I was anxiously awaiting my arrival to Prague. Well, now I have been in the city for three amazing months. These past three months have been a whirlwind. I have learned so much and met so many new people. My time here has flown by without me even noticing. Twice now, I have tried to write a new blog post, but have come up short. I'm not sure I can fit the on-goings of these past three months into one blog post. So many things have happened since then. I can, however, briefly sum it up.</div>
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Prague is everything I hoped it would be and more. The city is gorgeous and there is so much to do here. I am never bored. I have an apartment in the center of the city with three people from my TEFL course. The apartment is a two-minute walk from the Astronomical Clock and our street is always bustling with tourists. On any given night, I am bound to hear singing and laughing of drunken tourists outside my window. Although the tourists can get a little annoying when you're in a hurry to get somewhere, I keep reminding myself how cool it is that I live somewhere that people want to visit. I am so lucky to be here. I wake up every day feeling extremely grateful to be living in this beautiful city.</div>
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The first month in Prague was filled with lesson planning, teaching, and a decent amount of stress. I received my TEFL certificate on April 12th, 2014 and am now working part-time as a preschool teacher for 3-5 year olds. The TEFL course was demanding and terrifying at first, but I made it through. Teaching is a lot harder than I expected and a bit of a daunting task. I met some great friends in my TEFL course and have had so many adventures with them already. We all came to Prague as strangers, and now it feels like we've known each other forever. I couldn't ask for anything more in my life right now. This is exactly where I want to be and I am so grateful that I decided to take the risk to move to a foreign country. I'm so happy to be living my dream :)</div>
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Well, twelve days from now I will be on a plane heading to Prague. I honestly cannot believe how quickly it has crept up on me. I feel so unprepared. I still have a million things to do. And packing? HA that's funny. I have virtually nothing packed. I remember scrambling around the night before I left for London trying to finish my packing. Let's hope I don't repeat that this time around. I feel like this day is sneaking up on me so fast. In less than two weeks, I will be back on European soil. I am not even going to try to lie, I am really scared. The closer it gets to March 12th, the more apprehensive I become. This time around, it is so different. I am going completely alone without knowing anyone else. Also, I think the fact that I don't know how long I'll be gone is freaking me out a little bit. When I was studied abroad, I knew down to the day how long I would be away. This time around, I could be gone for any amount of time. Two months, six months, a year? Who knows. It's going to be harder for me because I don't know how long I will be away from everyone that I love.</div>
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The last time I went away, my nephew was just shy of three months old. I missed him horribly. Now, my little buddy is almost three. I am so fearful of leaving him. He is old enough now to understand that Aunt Keek won't be back for awhile. On top of that, I now also have a five month old niece. I will be leaving not one, but two little ones behind. I have so many reservations and I know a lot of my loved ones would feel relieved if I changed my mind about going. Despite all these fears and reservations, I know that I won't change my mind. I have spent way too much time dreaming of this day that is fast approaching. I have obsessively researched job opportunities abroad. I have prayed and hoped and dreamed of this moment. I couldn't imagine my regret if I changed my mind. This is hands down the most brave thing that I have ever done. Five years ago, if you would have told me that I would be moving to Europe all by myself, I would have laughed in your face. I have never considered myself a particularly independent person. I rely on a lot of people for help and advice. My family and friends have always been my crutch. I guess this will be the first time I will truly be on my own. After 23 years, I will finally feel like an adult. Of course, in true Kasey style, I can't easily transition into adulthood like a normal person. Instead, I pick the most drastic change that anyone could go through. I can't help that I caught the travel bug. I can't help that I'm different from my family and 90% of my friends. I don't believe that life is meant to be spent in one place. I want experiences. I don't want a boyfriend or a husband or a child right now. I just want to go see the world. Whenever I am feeling apprehensive or afraid, I need to remember why I am doing this in the first place. I need to remember what made me fall in love with travel. One of the worst feelings is living with regret. I refuse to live my life with regret. So, in twelve days, I will board a plane to Prague, feeling fearful and anxious. But underneath all that uncertainty, the desire to travel and explore will fuel me to keep going. I know that this is what I am meant to be doing.</div>
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I have big news. Like big, life changing news. So, I have officially put down a non-refundable deposit for a TEFL course in Prague! Yes, that's right…I'M MOVING TO PRAGUE! What?! Even though I put down my deposit at the beginning of December, I am still freaking out about it! I am going to be living in Europe. I am going to teach English. Terrified doesn't even begin to cover how I feel. But underneath all those nerves, I am so excited. My dreams are finally coming true. I have jumped through so many hoops and have spent an unhealthy amount of time online researching job opportunities in Europe. Finally, FINALLY I am going to continue my traveling dreams. The scariest part about the move is the course itself. I have researched the TEFL program that I'm joining, and it doesn't seem easy in any way. Apparently, the second day of the course I will be up in front of the classroom teaching a lesson to native Czech speakers! I am in no way comfortable with public speaking, so I know this opportunity will be a challenge for me and will test me in many ways. I am so ready though. I am so ready for a change and I am so ready to be in Europe again.</div>
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I'm going to be in for a huge culture shock once I get there. Prague is so different from London. From the people, to the food, to the atmosphere…I honestly have little idea what to expect. I am a little apprehensive about what this experience will bring, but I am 100% sure that this is what I am meant to be doing. Awhile ago, I was absolutely convinced that I had found my "ticket back to Europe". I started working for a popular tour group, promoting their company. I worked my butt off to make sure I was doing my absolute best, hoping to earn a European Internship with the company. When I found out that I wasn't chosen for a position, I was crushed. I had such high hopes for this opportunity and I was sure that I would have been stellar at it. I came so close to my traveling dreams, just to have them snatched away at the last second. That same night I found out I wasn't going back to Europe (at least not with the touring company), I prayed and prayed that I would find a way to get back. I had to keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason and God must have something bigger in store for me. The very next day, I was browsing a popular travel blog and came across a blog comment mentioning a TEFL course in Prague. The comment was from a young American much like myself, who had the travel bug and joined this program on a whim. In his comment, he said it was the very best decision that he could have made and went on praising the course. At first I was indecisive, thinking "Would I ever want to go to Prague?" and questioned my ability to teach. But something about that comment stuck with me (not to mention the author's response confirming that it was a reputable course). I researched the course, pouring through their website and looking up reviews online. Something about this program just seemed right. It clicked with me that this was something I actually had the ability to do. I honestly believe that it was no coincidence the day after I was upset about my plans falling through, this opportunity just happened to fall in my lap. It was like God was saying to me "Here it is! This is what you should be doing!" I knew right then and there that I would be moving to Prague to teach English.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> So I guess this post really isn't really about travel…like at all. But lately I have been noticing somewhat of an epidemic on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram (basically any form of social media). Engagements…babies….everywhere! Sound familiar? When did I become old enough that people younger than me are having babies in multiples? When I, myself, feel overwhelmed watching my niece and nephew for longer than a few hours. It is becoming more and more common for people to get married and/or have children at a younger age. I'm not saying I disapprove of it, I just know for a fact that personally, I am nowhere near ready for marriage or kids. I don't think that I am necessarily immature, but I am nowhere near mature enough to be responsible for another human being, let alone pledging my love to someone for the rest of my life. I am young. I am a little bit selfish. And I am</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> not ashamed to admit that. I am in no rush to grow up. Yet, I'm sure my 18 year-old self would probably think that 23 sounds "so old". She also probably thinks that I would have my shit together by now, but yet here I am. Young, ambitious, and little bit lost in life. But that's the joy of being in your twenties, isn't it? Learning who you are, taking risks…it's all part of the game. I am okay with the fact that I am single with no clear path for my life just yet. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00558776202696778594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726961680885060237.post-17154066858073781952013-11-28T20:45:00.000-05:002015-10-09T15:24:45.229-04:00This Crowded Bar is Full of Sin<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Last night as I sat in a crowded, dirty bar in my hometown looking around at all the people who I went to high school with (most of whom hardly even remember me), I had never felt a greater desire to get out. Out of this town, out of this state, out of this country. It is true when they say that the desire to travel never goes away, it only grows stronger. I don't know what it was about being in that grimy bar that brought on my wanderlust so strongly. Maybe it was all these people that had never given me the time of day in high school. But no, I wasn't bitter about that. I think it was the fact that I know how much more I want for myself than being stuck in this town my whole life. It is true that there aren't many job opportunities in this town and that a good amount of its inhabitants avoid working like the plague. However, this is my home. It is the place I was born and raised my entire life. The kid that I went to kindergarden with was also the kid that sat next to me at my high school graduation. But, maybe this was the problem. The fact that wherever I go, I run into someone I know. The beauty of living in London was that I could go to the store or walk down the street without every single person knowing who I was. Yes, there are definite upsides to living in a close-knit community; yet that feeling of animosity is so empowering. It is empowering to walk down the street and and be yet another face in the crowd. To some, this mindset may feel lonely. To me, it feels like an opportunity. It feels free. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Ever since I left Europe, I knew that I would be going back. By now, my London memories feel more like a really good dream than </span>actual<span style="font-family: inherit;"> memories. Like that one time my friend Jess and I hung out by Big Ben after getting lost on the night bus. Or that other time when we made friends with an Italian girl and a Czech girl by the Eiffel Tower and they taught us how to sneak on the Parisian metro. My experience in London feels like a three and a half month dream. Coming back to reality was comforting, yet constricting. That feeling of wanderlust keeps creeping back up on me at the most random times. I know that there are varying degrees of wanderlust. For me, I feel like I got the brunt of it out the majority of us that went to London together. Most look at their time abroad as an experience, but are happy leaving it as a memory. For me, it is my solace. In college, I would get drunk and look at my European pictures and cry. I mean literal tears. Like I was mourning my time abroad (pathetic, I know). It is so hard for people who haven't been abroad to understand the feeling. And yes, I sound like one of those know-it-all study abroad snobs (maybe I am haha), but it's so hard to explain how it feels to physically miss a place and all its people when you have only lived there for a short time. For me, London will always be my second home. It's a hard reality to face that I may never get to live there again, with their strict laws and all the hoops that I would have to pass through as an American. So, for now, I am searching for a new adventure. Of course I will always love my London, but I think I may have found something perfect for me...but that is for another time and another blog entry :)</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00558776202696778594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6726961680885060237.post-53614377617615977422013-11-20T20:33:00.004-05:002014-03-04T14:24:09.782-05:00Tongue Piercings and the Beginning of a Bucket List <span style="font-family: inherit;"> I just paid back my first bout of student loans resulting in almost $1,000 bucks, and let's just say my bank account is crying. The many joys of becoming an adult. Also, I recently took out my tongue piercing. Yes, my tongue piercing. For some weird reason, I have wanted my tongue pierced since I was 19. Last year, I made a spur of the moment decision and decided to get it done. After having the piercing for almost a year and half, I decided to take it out. Another step to becoming an adult, I guess? Pretty much everyone I met never even realized that I had my tongue pierced anyway. And contrary to what my mother said, I did NOT have a lisp, thank you very much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Anyway, clearly I have no idea how to structure a blog yet since I am bouncing all over the place. Trying to keep up with the travel theme, I wanted to share some things on my bucket list. Keeping in mind, my list is still growing! Some of my goals are simple, some are a bit more ambitious (to say the least), but I am convinced to </span>accomplish<span style="font-family: inherit;"> all of them!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit all 50 states</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go zip lining</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride in a hot air balloon</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go to the Ellen Degeneres Show</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Intern for the Ellen Degeneres Show</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #262626; text-indent: -0.5in;">-</span><strike style="color: #262626; text-indent: -0.5in;">Visit the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go whitewater rafting</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Live by the beach</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride a mechanical bull</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Donate blood</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Climb to the top of The Leaning Tower of Pisa</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit Stonehenge (In a series of unfortunate events, I haven't made it there yet)</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Be part of a flash mob</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Live in New York City </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Tour Buckingham Palace</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Stand on the equator </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Learn to drive a stick shift </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;"><strike>-Ride a gondola in Venice</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Be someone's Maid of Honor</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Work and live abroad</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Volunteer abroad</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit Australia </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Adopt a dog</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Win a karaoke contest</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Meet a celebrity </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go on a cruise </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Make a wish in the Trevi Fountain</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Win big at a casino</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Celebrate St. Patrick's Day in Ireland</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Attend a gay pride parade</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit the rainforest</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Visit Auschwitz</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-<strike>Visit the Louvre in Paris</strike></span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Build a house</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go to Las Vegas</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Adopt a child</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride a camel in Morocco </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Go on an African Safari</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride on an elephant</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Swim with dolphins</span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Ride on a wave runner </span><br />
<span style="color: #262626; font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5in;">-Learn another language</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I have never made a blog before, so I am not really sure where to start...but here goes. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">My name is Kasey. I'm a 23 year-old from Bradford, Pennsylvania. I recently graduated from a small, private liberal arts college in the middle of Amish town, Pennsylvania. My alma mater, Westminster College, has captured my heart and I have met some of my greatest friends during my four years there. I now have a degree in Communication Studies, and I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the rest of my life (Does anyone?) </span><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I originally came to college freshman year as a young, hopeful eighteen-year-old majoring in vocal performance. I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do, besides sing. Singing was one thing that I was certain that I loved, and I was overjoyed to be accepted into the music program. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. The first week of classes I struggled with basic music theory and an overwhelming schedule that plagues many music majors. Also, I was being taught operatically, which I struggled to gain an interest in. I realized how unprepared I was for the program and how I had little idea what I was doing. So, maybe three weeks into my freshman year, I officially left the music program and tried to figure out what else I should do with my life. It was a tough pill to swallow. Whenever I saw the future for myself, it involved singing and performing. Clearly, I had not thought through what I was going to do with a degree in Vocal Performance. Broadway? Professional singer? I had no direction for my life at all. And although singing will always hold a special place in my heart, I decided to pursue something that might better help me in the future. It was hard because there is a part of me that feels like I gave up on what I really wanted to do; but at the same time, I </span>continually<span style="font-family: inherit;"> remind myself that I don't </span>necessarily<span style="font-family: inherit;"> need a degree to continue to do what I love.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I decided on a major in Communication Studies with a minor in Marketing. Wedding and event planning always appealed to me, and I thought that the communication/marketing mix would come in handy. I stuck with it, excelling in communications, and taking a plethora of business courses such as accounting and statistics in order to fulfill my marketing minor. While communications was a breeze for me, the business courses (as expected) proved to be more challenging. I am certain that I would have graduated with honors had it not been for a few particularly tough business courses that I struggled with. Even so, I don't regret taking them. I had always loved marketing in high school, and I learned a lot taking the courses that I did in order to fulfill my minor requirements. After a semester of working with a wedding and event planning company, I am still unsure of how I want to move forward in regards to my future. I learned a lot at this internship and it was hard work, but sometimes I wonder if I am cut out for the fast-paced style of work. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">So here I am, newly graduated with a shiny degree, and little idea of where I should go with it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Thankfully, in the fall of 2011 during my junior year, I made one of the best decisions of my life and chose to study abroad in London. I have never been a traveler by any means, maybe vacationing only a few times in my entire life. I remember one of my sorority sisters talking about the Westminster in London program, where students and professors from Westminster go over to London and study together. This immediately sparked my interest, but also terrified me. I had never been anywhere, I had just been appointed a position in my sorority, and I still talked to my mom on the phone every single day. But as soon as the thought entered my mind, I simply </span>could not<span style="font-family: inherit;"> stop thinking about it. The possibility of living in London for an entire semester was both terrifying and exhilarating. While talking to a friend who had previously been part of the Westminster in London program, I remember her words: "If you have any interest in studying abroad, and don't take this opportunity, you are going to regret it." These words stuck with me as I took the leap and decided to study abroad. Getting the courage to tell my parents was the hardest part, because I knew they probably wouldn't take me very seriously. Me? The girl who had never been anywhere? And at first, they didn't. They assumed I was all talk, as did most of my hometown friends. But I was convinced. The thought grew and grew in my mind until it was all that I could think about. I knew that I had to seize this opportunity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> When that day came to board the plane that would take me to a foreign country and away from everyone I loved, I was paralyzed. The entire three and a half hour drive to the airport, I was a ball of nerves. I remember making my parents stop at rest stops periodically because I was positive that I was going to be sick. Despite all that, I did it. I said goodbye to my mom and dad. I watched my mom start to cry as I clutched my laptop, trying to catch up to the rest of my group, some acquaintances, mostly strangers that I would be spending the next semester in Europe with. Little did I know, these people who I had hardly ever talked to before would become some of my best friends. When you are thrown together in a foreign country, you tend to bond with others quickly. So, although boarding that plane brought so much uncertainty, it was the best decision that I could have ever made. I got to explore so many amazing places during my time abroad. Italy, The Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, France...I had never seen so much beauty. From touring Dachau Concentration Camp to visiting The Anne Frank House, sometimes I had to pinch myself. Was I really experiencing all of this? On top of all the experiences that I had, I also made some great friends and even have a second "mom" of sorts waiting for me if I ever want to come back to London (hint: I do).</span></div>
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