When most people come back from abroad, they bring home souvenirs, receipts, admission tickets, a tan and maybe even an extra 10 pounds. I, on the other hand, brought home a boy. He lived in Queens before moving to Boston for work. I live in Brooklyn. We are both New Yorkers but we had to go half way around the world to find each other. Ironic.
Life before studying abroad in Shanghai consisted of school and work. Life after studying abroad consisted of more school and more work. Way to live, right? It wasn’t until I left the States and got my nose out of the books that realized there was more to life than these four walls. Living abroad was the first time I really had a life because as far as I could remember, life was always school and work.
The time I spent abroad was also the time I met my first and only boyfriend. If I hadn’t gone abroad, I’d probably be the only 20-something year old girl who never had a boyfriend. Sad but true and I would probably be too busy not having a life to care.
Traveling gave me a chance to live and it removed this filter I had over my eyes. I saw things clearer. I understood things better. I became happier. I felt livelier. I use to see the corner office as something to strive for but now, I see that I would only be settling. Aside from bringing home a boy from my travels, I also brought home a new me.








