Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.
Life might be difficult for a year or two, but I would tough it out because living in a foreign country is one of those things that everyone should try at least once. My understanding was that it completed a person, sanding down the rough provincial edges and transforming you into a citizen of the world.
They change their climate, not their soul, who rush across the sea.
People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.
But the hardest part of processing are the struggles I have with defining and understanding my own identity: when I don’t feel comfortable with situations, attitudes, or philosophies that were ingrained in me since I was a child, but can’t outright reject them either because they are learned, ingrained, and a part of my history. And that’s when it hits me. Re-entry is a process, but also a revealing journey.
Sometimes coming back from study abroad can make you feel like you don’t really fit in either place. Other times, it feels like you have two homes!
The travel writer seeks the world we have lost —the lost valleys of the imagination.
Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view. Climb it so you can see the world, not so the world can see you. Go to Paris to be in Paris, not to cross it off your list and congratulate yourself for being worldly.
No girl gains perspective until she’s transplanted. It’s a universal fact of life.
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
My country is the world, and my religion is to do good.
There is a multiplier effect in international education and it carries the possibility, the only real possibility, of changing our manner of thinking about the world, and therefore changing the world.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.