“Traveling, traveling, traveling. Looking for something, what can it be?”

– Joni Mitchell, ‘All I Want’

This may be the most cliché statement I’ve ever typed, but here it goes: sometimes, it seems, you learn the most valuable lessons in the least likely places at the most inopportune times. Sometimes they’re lessons you didn’t even know you needed to learn.

I’m typing to you from Melbourne, Australia, which is roughly 10,285 miles away from Hawk Hill. Two weeks ago, I left the United States with four Beatles pins, three stuffed bags, two pairs of glasses, and a broken laptop in my backpack.

You read that right: my laptop decided to stop working a mere two hours prior to my flight from New York to Los Angeles.

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“I’m leaving on a jet plane. I don’t know when I’ll be back again.”

– Peter, Paul and Mary, ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’

Well, actually, I do know when I’ll be back again: four and a half months from now. November 19.

In a little less than eight days, I’ll be heading over 9,000 miles across the world with no one I know (know one I know yet, anyway). In just over a week I’ll be in Sydney, Australia, and in two I’ll travel to Melbourne. And once there, I’ll be officially a University of Melbourne student for the next four months.

I’m typing all of this,

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Café con Leche

We are officially one month in. With school now in full swing, I’ve been spending most of my free time exploring new cafés to mix up regular homework time. My roomates and I have been trying to find a new one almost everyday…definitely spending more time wandering for hidden gems than actually studying. It didn’t take long to get accustomed to the traditional Spanish coffee order- a café con leche and usually churros con chocolate to go with it. Only two windy streets from our house we found an amazing market called Mercado San Miguel, which reminds me so much of Redding Terminal back home.

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“Got no time to for spreading roots, the time has come to be gone.”

– Led Zeppelin, ‘Ramble On’

Let me ask you: have you ever had a dream – a huge, seemingly unattainable dream – that you chased after, strived toward, and ultimately lived out to the fullest of your capabilities?

Up until this point, if I’m being honest with myself, I never truly have. In all actuality, a great deal of my life has been spent grasping circumstances that were already somehow within my reach.

Let me preface this with the fact that I consider myself immensely, inexplicably blessed to have such selfless parents,

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“The world’s my home when I’m mobile.”

– The Who, ‘Going Mobile’

I’m writing this to you from a café in Kraków, Poland. It’s nighttime here; back in the States it’s mid-afternoon.

Everything feels just a little bit backwards. My parents are often just falling asleep at midnight when I’m waking up at six in the morning. Trams run on tracks above ground, unlike SEPTA, which rides the rails below Philadelphia. Obiad, the largest meal, is eaten at midday, contrary to more filling American dinners eaten later in the evening. Ice cream, or lody, seems to comprise more than half of Krakowians’ food pyramid,

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