When I say travelling, I mean catching a bus and two flights by myself in a foreign country. I didn’t spend four weeks or heck, even a night away, on my own in another country but I did something different and new to me, off the back of a very difficult decision which flipped my summer plans around.
I started my day of travelling home at 7.30 when I left my camp to head to the nearest city, Morganstown, to a catch a bus to Pittsburgh airport. At 8.30, I was on said bus on the hour and a half journey to Pittsburgh airport. From there I managed to check-in with only the flight number as my camp agency booked the flights for me and found myself with a good six or seven hours until my flight to JFK.