Pre Year Abroad: On the outside I’m all like, “Oh you know. Just gonna go travel and work for a year.” On the inside I’m all like, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

Weeks 1-2: Oh my God!!!!!!!! This is the BEST PLACE EVERRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Weeks 3-4: Hey new bestie, let’s go out and get drunk tonight! Check out the local scenery if you know what I mean.

 Weeks 5-6: Shit, I really need to slow down. What is this thing over the top of my pants?

Weeks 7-10: Ahhh. I’m getting really settled in. I have a job and friends. Oh! And I finally got control of my food:booze ratio. So that’s good.

Weeks 11-20: Hmmm… I’m thinking I might should go traveling. Backpacking anyone?

Weeks 20-25: No, like, I really can’t go out. I don’t have the money. I’m poor remember?

Week 26: HALF WAY SUCKAAAASSS!!!!! Can’t believe I’ve been away for half a freaking year!

Week 27: Shit, this is only half way?

Weeks 28-32: Work, food, booze, sleep. Work, booze, sleep. Food, sleep. Booze. Work?

Weeks 32-40: I have made some fantastic friends. I love them. I love drinking with them. I love hanging out with them. I love the way they come from all over the world. SO glad they are here with me.

 Weeks 40-45: Wait, what? I’m only gone for a year? ONE year?!

Weeks 45-47: No, no. NO. NO! NOOO!!! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! 

Weeks 48-50: I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I CAN’T STAY!!!

 Week 51: This has been an amazing experience. I have been abroad for a year!!

Week 52: Bye y’all!!! Yes, of course I will come visit!!!

Post Year Abroad: So where do I go next?!

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Morgan spends her spare time dreaming about travel and re-reading Harry Potter. She is a public historian by training and a chocoholic by admission. She also suffers from oldest child syndrome. View all posts by Morgan Cantrell