I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’m actually in Cambodia.
The financial and logistical struggle to get over here was enough to make me give up, but I didn’t.
Studying abroad is something I promised myself I would do before I graduated. I knew my life as a college student wouldn’t be complete without it.
I want no regrets once I walk across the stage, and I knew that I would never forgive myself if I did not pursue a study abroad program.
And why not Cambodia? I’ve already been to two European countries. I know what it’s like to be a Westerner, since I am one.
I needed something new–an authentic experience I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere else. I always “hear” about life in third-world countries, but I had never seen it first hand.
I am so thankful that I was chosen to participate in my j-school’s Travel Writing in Cambodia study abroad program. I know that travel writing is a craft that takes time to master, and I wanted to at least get my feet wet.
I’ve been here for two weeks now and I’ve already visited Angkor Wat and several other religious temples, walked through villages and rice fields, cruised on the murky waters of the Tonle Sap, volunteered for NGOs and nearly drowned in the Phnom Kulen waterfall.
I can’t forget the strep throat that fully developed by the time I landed in Siem Reap–my first few days here were definitely a struggle because of this. Let me just say, being isolated is no fun.
I may be a little homesick after all these adventures, but I did it for journalism, and I would do it again.
Now, I have about one week left, and I am silently counting down the days until I’m back in Atlanta, sharing my three-week escapade in the Kingdom of Cambodia, with whomever lends me an ear.



