This photo series captures my travel to begin my study abroad. In many ways, leaving family and friends, and heading to an unknown place can be hardest. It is the hurdle that is absolutely worth the leap. This series begins with the first step outside of my familiar family home. My journey to the Czech Republic begins on the West Coast at the Los Angeles International Airport. Having officially left my home town, I was en route to leaving my city, my state, and then my country.There is often great people-watching at airports: everyone seems to either be waiting or running, eager and nervous. I was definitely eager and a little bit nervous.As is always a possibility with connecting flights, my first flight was delayed, getting into John F. Kennedy Airport too late to catch the second and third leg of my trip. After running around the airport and many phone calls with different airlines, I was re-routed on a different flight that would get me to Prague just a couple hours later than planned. Instead of connecting through the Frankfurt Airport, I was headed to London Heathrow.With some extra time until my next flight to London, I purchased some snacks for the plane and made a necessary stop on the way to the gate. I decided to sleep for most of this flight to begin the resetting of my body clock.During my layover, I spent plenty of time admiring the collection of Cadbury chocolates. Heathrow, I discovered, has foosball tables to pass the time! I was able to enjoy watching this family play, reminding me of the great times I’ve had with my own family. While I will be away from loved ones and in a foreign space, I know I’m off to an incredible experience.After a long journey, I was so happy to arrive at my CET apartment. Everything was furnished and homey. I only had time to drop my things off in my room before going to the Welcome Dinner, where I was greeted by welcoming CET staff. It was a great way to make introductions and to meet my new classmates.With my last-minute flight changes, my checked bag took a little longer to arrive in Prague. In the interim without my bag, my roommate very graciously let me borrow his clothes. Despite the frustration of not having my own personal items, the generosity of my apartment-mates made me feel right at home and ready to start the semester.
