Somewhere between ‘Locust’ and ‘Home’
I thought I was ready. Passport? Check. Laptop? Check. Emotional stability? Well… I had snacks. That counts, right?
“I’ll be fine,” I told myself confidently at the airport, dragging two overweight suitcases and my favourite comfort hoodie. That confidence lasted exactly until I landed in Philly, stood alone at baggage claim, and realized I had no idea how to get to campus, how tipping worked, or how to activate a SIM card. Welcome to independence.



