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Treat Yourself Abroad: Harness the Power of Your Own Mind

It’s been a month since I landed in Salzburg, and I have to admit… the novelty sometimes wears off. The skies have turned a little gray, the rain has been tapping persistently against my window, and suddenly even the most charming castles feel a bit… damp. Homesickness sneaks in like that unexpected drizzle—quiet, tenacious, and a little stubborn.

But here’s the thing: studying abroad isn’t just about sightseeing or acing classes—it’s about taking care of yourself, especially when the weather, or the mood, isn’t perfect. Thankfully, Salzburg and I share a love for carving time out for yourself.

Salzburg is a music city, yes—but your personal soundtrack can be your best companion when the clouds roll in. Create a playlist that lifts your spirits, warms your heart, or simply matches the rainy rhythm outside your window. I’ve been curating my fall playlist for walks along the Salzach and lazy afternoons in my dorm—it’s my instant mood boost. Pro tip: Maybe you’re experiencing that feeling where no music sounds exciting, and you’re irritated while skipping through songs. Instead, try a guided meditation! Ten minutes is all it takes to check in with yourself, and I swear it feels like instant soul therapy. 

Treat yourself, seriously. When homesickness or that blue mood hits, tiny comforts can be magic. A warm latte from Cafe Leiblingsplatz, a gelato from Eis Greissler (both conveniently right next door to my dorm), or even just a steaming cup of tea with some snacks in your room can reset your day. Do the thing that makes you feel cared for, no apologies. Small gestures = big mental boost.

Even if the weather’s bummed out, you’re learning to appreciate the quiet beauty that others might miss. And that sense of agency, of choosing your own path, is surprisingly uplifting. It’s completely okay to miss home. The key is to show yourself kindness. Accept the feelings, then do one thing—anything—for yourself that makes you feel grounded and happy. Someone this summer introduced me to the idea of radical acceptance: fully acknowledging how you feel without judgment, and giving yourself permission to feel it—whether it’s homesickness, frustration, or simply just a bad mood. It doesn’t mean you have to like the feelings or that you have to stay stuck in them—it simply means you honor them. From there, you can make small, intentional choices to lift your spirits: a walk, a coffee, journaling, or watching your comfort show. Radical acceptance turns “I miss home” into “I see myself here, and I’m taking care of me.” Remember, you’ve survived other feelings like this before and you’ll survive this situation. 

A few weeks ago, I was at the Vienna airport after a trip to Italy, dragging my heavy backpack and my slightly frazzled self through the crowds. We had a three-hour train ride back to Salzburg ahead of us, and I had just grabbed dinner to keep me sane. And of course… I dropped it. Right on the floor. All of it. My patience, dignity, and that perfectly good meal went straight to my feet. At that exact moment, my friend Lucy looked at me and said, in the cheesiest way possible, “Smile.” And just like that, our ongoing joke was born. Now, whenever one of us has a straight face—or full-on “RBF”—the other has to tell them to smile. Although this may not be what I want to hear in a specific moment, it never fails to make me laugh and it’s a reminder that your friends are there for you! And if they’re not – I’ll be the first to tell you that they aren’t your real friends.

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I am a huge advocate for journaling. I recently bought this notebook with a beautiful peacock cover and just opening it makes me excited. Write how you feel, no one is judging you, you don’t need to be performative. Write what you’re grateful for! You can first start by being grateful for the opportunity to study abroad – not all universities get to do this (:  I frequently find myself writing that I’m grateful for my family + friends, food + water, warm clothes, laughter, the ability to move my body, my health… the list goes on.

On another note: I’ve never considered myself a huge Taylor Swift fan, but her new album has completely changed that. This past weekend, we took the bus to the border of Germany to hike up to Eagles Nest above Berchtesgaden, and I listened to the whole album on the ride there—it was absolutely a main character moment. Sometimes the best therapy is just blasting Taylor and letting yourself feel everything. Even with songs like Opalite, The Life of a Showgirl, and The Fate of Ophelia (top three) already overplayed on TikTok, they somehow land perfectly on the album—each one hitting harder and more nuanced than you’d expect. And that’s the power of music, it can transform a gray, rainy day into something cinematic, turn a long bus ride into an adventure, or simply remind you that it’s okay to feel all the vibes at once. Music doesn’t just accompany your experiences, it shapes them, and sometimes even helps you process homesickness, self-reflection, or a little seasonal melancholy.

I take an immense amount of pride in my music taste. Like I said, I’ve never been the biggest Taylor fan—but I can effortlessly switch from Drake to The Marías in a heartbeat. I’ve been curating a fall playlist full of songs that lift my spirits, make me want to dance, or have a concert in the shower. Every song is a small act of self-care—and now, you can listen along with me. Remember, even in the rain, your study abroad story is yours to soundtrack.

Positively Chuffed to Bits

Instead of having multiple playlists for one particular mood or feeling, I am actually insane and I make one playlist for each month. I do this so that I can go back and look at them and see what I listened to in a given month in a given year. My music taste ranges from profane rap music to some kind-of-niche R&B artist to angry 90s dad rock on a daily basis, but I have been trying to immerse myself in some music that comes from the UK since I arrived here in September. Here are five songs that I’ve enjoyed as I continue to build my October playlist:

Smooth Operator – Sade

  • My mom actually listened to a lot of Sade (pronounced shah-DAY) as I was growing up. This British-Nigerian singer has the type of voice that can command a room. If you like the aesthetic of espresso martinis, dimly-lit jazz clubs, throwing on a fur coat late at night, and leather boots on a damp city sidewalk, Sade is for you.

In My Bed – Amy Winehouse

  • Oh Amy, how I miss you… a wonderful singer with even more iconic eyeliner, gone too soon. You deserved those six Grammy and so much more. Her music is an eclectic blend of genres: soul, rhythm and blues, and jazz. I just really like the wind instruments in this song, and her voice, like the rest of her music.

Gas Me Up (Diligent) – Skepta

  • I listen to a lot of American rap, so I was curious to explore the UK scene. From Tottenham, Skepta is well-known in the British grime music scene. If you want more British rap, try Central Cee, Fimiguerrero, Lancey Foux, and if you’re feeling a little edgier, Scouse rapper EsDeeKid. 

One Thing – Lola Young

  • Lola Young is well-known for her viral track “Messy” in addition to being featured on Tyler, the Creator’s album Chromakopia (who is also one of my favorite artists), which is how I initially found out about her. From Southeast London, her music is her trying to make sense of the world around her in a sort of there’s-all-this-crap-out-there-and-I’m-just-here kind of way which I appreciate.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps – The Beatles

  • Because what’s more British than The Beatles?

Is this a futile attempt to be more of a local? Appreciate the British accent as a musical instrument? Understand how Brits think? Or just expand my listening palette? Who knows! 

Bath, Bath
In Bath, there is (shockingly) a big bath to see. These Roman baths have been around since 1 AD!

The construction of my playlist this month has gone well, but I had a bit of an identity crisis over the weekend as I listened to said playlist on the way home from a day trip to Bath. October 5th marked one month in London for me. By now I know which Underground lines go where, that chips are fries, which grocery stores have meal deals. My friends have asked me about “the chube (tube)” which I can describe in good detail, and if someone were to ask me what to do to get a decent view of London in one day I think I’d be able to give a decent enough itinerary; something touristy like Big Ben or Buckingham Palace in the morning, a free museum like Tate Modern, food at Borough market, which is overpriced and overstimulating, but has something for everyone, wandering around the streets, then finishing the day at an English pub with a cider or beer. I also catch myself saying “fair enough” and not bothering to use an umbrella anymore. Slowly, I feel that I will forget how to drive my white Honda CRV at home. I have started drinking less coffee and more tea in the morning.

Bath view
The view of Bath, which I visited this last weekend, from Prior Park. I can understand why Jane Austen spoke so highly of the city.
Sunday Roast
I also had my first Sunday Roast in Bath at the Saracen’s Head in Bath. It’s the oldest pub in Bath, and also hosted Charles Dickens at one point.

Am I even an American anymore? 

I may giggle to myself feeling like a local when I can go to and from class without a map, but I’m really just here temporarily. There is a lot I don’t know about London, and the United Kingdom in general. I was talking to one of my British friends, who jokingly said I should take a trip to Croydon. I responded, “what’s in Croydon?” which got a laugh out of him. He said that I have only really been to the nicer/safer parts of London, which is true. Most of the time I hang out in Regent Street, Oxford Street, Marylebone, or Shoreditch, which are all pleasant areas with a lot to do. I also have not escaped American stereotypes. I still drink a lot of water, say “oh my god” a lot, and get jumpy when I try to jaywalk (to be fair, in the US, you can jaywalk, but only if you want to risk being hit by a car going 50mph). When I buy things I still have to convert to USD, and I still get the underlying feeling that British people tend to think that all Americans are sort of dumb, which I take offense to—there are stupid people everywhere, not just America!

(Note: Croydon is considered to be a notoriously “bad” area in London. Unfortunately, Croydon has very high population density, poor housing and infrastructure, a broke local council, and little job opportunity available to the people who live there, which contributes to crime, addiction, and homelessness.)

So no, I’m not a local. I have a very American passport, and I miss Chick-fil-A. Things are going well, I’m liking my classes, have made good friends, seen a lot of cool stuff. I saw my first fox in Central London, which I think is a sign that I’m doing things right (and that I should go to the nearest Sainsbury’s to buy a lottery ticket). 

London 2
There are actually two Londons: Greater London, which is what you’d generally consider “London” as a whole. The City of London is the “original” London, founded by the Romans. It’s a big financial district now.

Since it’s been a full month now, I feel like I should be feeling homesick at this point. It’s all anyone talks about, the fact that homesickness is an inevitable disease that you will catch at some point while abroad, only a matter of when. While I do reminisce about my dad’s slow cooked lamb and my much larger bed at home, I don’t actually feel homesick. Is it because I’m always doing something? Maybe I’ll feel it later on.

Palladian Bridge
Me in Prior Park, Bath.

I think my lack of homesickness is because I try to keep in close contact with my friends, family, and support system back in the US. I text my parents and friends every day, send them pictures, call them as often as I can. The point of studying abroad is getting away from your usual life, but travelling and ghosting your relationships at home are not mutually exclusive. You can (and absolutely should) do both. Even if it’s just sending a photo of your breakfast or telling them about a weird squirrel you saw, let them know you’re alive. I can guarantee that they’ll appreciate it.

Once again, thanks for reading!

Alexandra