First things First… Studying abroad. It sounds like something of dreams right? Imagine studying in a hot climate with the sea breeze on your back and your feet in the sand… Meeting new people trying and experiencing a new culture. These are all things that came to mind when I heard about the Erasmus program. It was the beginning of the second semester in first year and in the cold wintery month of January, nothing sounded more exciting than finding a way out of the country. I planned to look into Erasmus more and see what was available, however time got the better of me and in the end I missed the deadline. I’m sure you can imagine how upset I was.
Fast forward a few months and I found out that one my friends had applied for, and been accepted on an exchange program in Toronto, Canada. As happy as I was for him, I couldn’t help but be upset. We have a really tight knit group of friends at university and now one of us would be leaving :(. It would be for the best though and we are all super supportive of each other so our upset soon turned to happiness as we discussed all the greatness that he was about to embark on.
A few months later we returned to uni after the summer break and it was announced that another one of my close friends would be participating on a semester abroad, this time in Australia – Crazy Right! Again the news was bittersweet but it is a once in a lifetime opportunity and we were all encouraging of her for embarking on such a big journey.
And then… Even though the deadline had already long passed, I was still feeling a bit blue about not applying. I have the habit of waiting too long to make a decision and then it being too late when I finally choose and this was just another example of this happening. Or so I thought.
After day of filming VT’s for class, myself and a few friends decided to head to spoons for a cheeky drink to unwind and relax and that was when the message came in. Our course director had sent a message to all of us announcing that there were still a few places left on the Erasmus programme. And then came the difficult choice – to study at Universitat Internacional De Catalunya in Barcelona, Spain or Film Academy of Miroslav Ondricek in Czech Republic? It was a no brainer that I would apply, I had missed my chance once and was not about to miss a second. Both countries were beautiful places that I had never visited before and both universities looked really good – but I would only be able to pick one. In the end, I decided I would be applying for UIC Barcelona and with that, I hurried home to send off my application…