brazilian01
Dec 19, 2012
Undergraduate / Passion for travel; Yale Supp/ Something you'd like to say more [15]
Thank you! I've changed a couple of things in the essay, so I'm gonna put it here:
When I was 9 years old, my father asked me if I would like to spend my summer in Italy. At the time, I thought it was joke (and so did my mother). But it wasn't. Five months later I was boarding a plane for a 12 hour trip that would take me to a country whose language I didn't speak to spend a month with relatives I hadn't seen in years. It was this experience that definitely made me fall in love with travelling.
After this initial venture, I was never able to stay put. I ended up going to Italy three more times, completely alone. At fourteen, I decided to do an exchange year in Germany. I didn't speak any German, but I went there anyway, ready for a new challenge. After three months there, I was speaking the language.
I love travelling. I love the feeling of going somewhere new and, as strange as it seems, I love getting lost. I have gotten lost in places I can't even point out on a map. I have shed tears in a train station after getting down at the wrong station and therefore missing my next two trains. Yet I loved these experiences. Because even though I felt lost and hopeless, I knew that I was learning something. Getting lost, to me, means that I am trying something new, discovering something that was not available to me before. Getting lost to me is wonderful. It is a proof of my independence and of my ability to make things right afterwards.
Living in Germany for a year provided me opportunities to lose my way (literally and metaphorically) but also to find myself. To be somewhere new, with people I had never before met, meant learning more about others and also about myself. Different cultures and people are somehow my passion. I enjoy learning more about others and teaching them a bit about myself and my experiences as well. Walking down streets and simply talking to people wherever I go are the best way I have to broaden my views and opinions.
I got to know people and stories in this year that I had never imagined I would meet in my life. As a history enthusiast, hearing my guest mother tell me about her life on the East side of the Berlin wall took my imagination to infinite places. I like seeing history come alive, and travelling provides me that.
Going to different places opens up the mind, the spirit and the heart. It makes you accept others and also yourself. The person I am today, this one who took the leap to apply to colleges in a different country, is a direct result of the little girl's fearlessness to travel far away just to live something new.
Thank you! I've changed a couple of things in the essay, so I'm gonna put it here:
When I was 9 years old, my father asked me if I would like to spend my summer in Italy. At the time, I thought it was joke (and so did my mother). But it wasn't. Five months later I was boarding a plane for a 12 hour trip that would take me to a country whose language I didn't speak to spend a month with relatives I hadn't seen in years. It was this experience that definitely made me fall in love with travelling.
After this initial venture, I was never able to stay put. I ended up going to Italy three more times, completely alone. At fourteen, I decided to do an exchange year in Germany. I didn't speak any German, but I went there anyway, ready for a new challenge. After three months there, I was speaking the language.
I love travelling. I love the feeling of going somewhere new and, as strange as it seems, I love getting lost. I have gotten lost in places I can't even point out on a map. I have shed tears in a train station after getting down at the wrong station and therefore missing my next two trains. Yet I loved these experiences. Because even though I felt lost and hopeless, I knew that I was learning something. Getting lost, to me, means that I am trying something new, discovering something that was not available to me before. Getting lost to me is wonderful. It is a proof of my independence and of my ability to make things right afterwards.
Living in Germany for a year provided me opportunities to lose my way (literally and metaphorically) but also to find myself. To be somewhere new, with people I had never before met, meant learning more about others and also about myself. Different cultures and people are somehow my passion. I enjoy learning more about others and teaching them a bit about myself and my experiences as well. Walking down streets and simply talking to people wherever I go are the best way I have to broaden my views and opinions.
I got to know people and stories in this year that I had never imagined I would meet in my life. As a history enthusiast, hearing my guest mother tell me about her life on the East side of the Berlin wall took my imagination to infinite places. I like seeing history come alive, and travelling provides me that.
Going to different places opens up the mind, the spirit and the heart. It makes you accept others and also yourself. The person I am today, this one who took the leap to apply to colleges in a different country, is a direct result of the little girl's fearlessness to travel far away just to live something new.
