Taming The Lizard Abroad

Twelve years ago this morning, I arrived in Germany for a semester abroad. My lizard brain was working overtime. I was surrounded by a new language, I didn't have a routine, and my country was marching toward a war that was very unpopular in Europe. And that's the beauty of risk–I had no choice but to try, fail, learn, try again, fail again, and occasionally succeed.

I quickly found confidence in my German language skills, I discovered my new city on foot, and I found my peers cared about the person more than the nationality. In the end, it wasn't nearly as dramatic as I thought it to be. There is something beautiful about the humor and growth one encounters during the arduous adventure of living/studying abroad.

Suggested reading: Mark Twain's "The Awful German Language."