Wanderlust

Today, I leave for London. Not just London, but Europe. I have fantasized about having this experience for ages now – one year abroad! To put aside life and responsibilities back home for a year and move to somewhere brand new; it is something you can truly only do in your twenties.

Strangely, I find myself far more calm and less emotional than I had anticipated being at this moment. While this journey still feels surreal, my initial excitement and typical overzealousness had been weathered down over the past few months. Nevertheless, Oxford still remains as the destination where I expect to culminate in academic pursuits and satisfy my thirst for adventure.

School will probably be very challenging for me, but I cannot bring myself to think about that at the moment. I’m looking forward to throwing myself out there and meeting as many interesting people as I can. I have a good three weeks before classes begin, and I have no idea where I will find myself this time next week, not because my plan is necessarily to be spontaneous, but because I am not sure where to begin. In my mind, I see a grand adventure already laid out clearly in front of me, and nothing I try to contrive could match up to the destiny I am supposed to experience.

Right now, I am on my flight to Chicago, where I am attempting a five-minute transfer to my London flight, before meeting up with Kyle and heading to his friend’s house for a few days (Thanks Kyle and Quang!).