With traveling abroad, I am most fearful of the painful longing I will have to experience more of the world after I have finally seen a small part of it. It seems that most everyone in our class has been abroad at least once, and I have not yet. All of my family lives here in Oklahoma, and anytime we have vacationed, we drove, so I have yet to be on a plane. I often fantasize about packing my bags, emptying my bank account of the money I have saved from teenage employment, and traveling overseas. To me, that sounds exhilarating, and because my life thus far has been straightforward and predictable, I long for days when I won’t know what’s going to happen, where I’m going to sleep, or who I’m going to meet. It sounds cliché, but I want it more than anything. I’m sure I would feel differently if I actually went through with it, and I think I would probably regret throwing away the opportunity I have here at OU to get a quality education, but it’s always in the back of my mind.

I am also quite fearful of how I will react and adapt to the cultural differences in the places I go. As excited as I am to experience them and as open-minded as I am, I still worry about what will happen and how I will respond to everything, since I have no points of reference. I think having other Americans with me (especially those who have traveled before) will make things easier, and hopefully with through that, I’ll be more comfortable experiencing the country more independently.

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