Intro

Sometimes I feel uncomfortable in my own comfort zone. Only after I settle in a seat of an airplane, train or a bus, I feel relaxed and serene, 100% sure the things are as they are supposed to be. I am like that. The bus is actually the worst option because not only my travel spirit is strong, but my motion sickness as well. My adventurous soul is longing for unknown, so I start to make my own life more difficult. For example, why not move to a different country… Preferably this country is the one I don’t know much about, the one where I don’t have any acquaintances or friends, the one in which the culture shock will knock me off my feet. Secretly, I also hope that this country’s population doesn’t use bicycles on a daily basis because I am sick and tired of explaining people why I cannot ride a bike. After weighting the pros and cons of such an idea I applied for student exchange program Erasmus+ [obviously I gave up my high hopes for the culture shock as I wasn’t even going to leave European Union] and started to save money. This kind of behavior runs in the family, my mom calls it “well thought through gambling”.