Over spring break, I took a road trip with my friends across Arizona. I touched down Phoenix just a few hours before sunset. After grabbing a burger and fries from Wendy’s, I of course ran across walkalator after walkalator to catch an unobscured view of the tinted sky.
A guy saw me snapping with my DSLR and whipped out his camera phone. “I should take some photos too,” he said. Within 30 minutes, the sky had changed hues from a baby blue to a bright orange to soft pink. Just before it dipped into the horizon, the sun set the clouds ablaze in a fiery red.
The day before my last in Dubai, I knew I wanted to go on top of the world’s tallest building. I was buying tickets to Burj Khalifa’s 124th floor when I stumbled upon the option to see Dubai’s skyline at sunrise. Now, I have a thing for elevated city views. Throw in the golden hour, and you can find me running with my Nikon DSLR in hand—but I hesitated to buy these tickets.
Scotland swept me off my feet like a prince does a princess. The medieval castles, deep lochs, mystical highlands—it’s everything a road trip should be. My family and I took a tour around Loch Lomond, to the Trossachs, and it was the beginning of a weeklong Scottish love affair.
I watched Mamma Mia in London’s West End the first month I was studying abroad in London, and there was a line from ABBA’s “Super Trouper” I couldn’t shake off. Donna, the mother, sings about calling one of her lovers from Glasgow. The song was catchy, but all I could think about was how I had never been to Glasgow and how I was in England which wasn’t too far from Scotland and because Scotland was in the U.K. I could actually potentially visit Glasgow because I had the visa for it.
Needless to say, I visited Glasgow.
After studying at Northwestern for two years, I’ve come to know Evanston winters quite well. The days and nights are cold, dull and gloomy. Most of the time, I don’t want to go out and my mood takes a dip. Days go by without seeing the sun and I ask myself if I ever really knew anything else. But sometimes, Northwestern can surprise me.