blog 1, six words memoirs

Breaking the Bubble in Europe

I grew up in a bubble I call it. My dad would say we are upper middle class. I was shy and very scared of change. I ate at the same table at lunch everyday and sat with the same people. I didn’t like to talk to people I didn’t know. I stuttered when I was nervous. I knew I had learn how to talk to people I didn't know so I forced myself. I went to Europe. 

 I was so nervous because I had never been out of American or around people who didn't speak English. I had also never traveled alone. I was terrified. In France I met a guy who was a friend of my roommates. I was so nervous to meet him because I was going to a country where I didn't speak the language plus I didn't know him. I was completely out of my comfort zone but I knew I had to do this for myself. His English wasn’t very good but that was part of the experience. We communicated with the little English he knew, hand gestures and facial expressions. When we went to Spain I used the Spanish I knew to get around. 
Now I am a lot more confident when I have to get out of my comfort zone. I still like my comfort zone but I'm able to get out of it a lot more now with being nervous. I learned that its good to experience new things and open your eyes to new people and culture.  

         

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