Journaling to cope with culture shock and home sickness while traveling abroad...
I am not a good journaler. When I am at school I try to keep a beautiful organized bullet journal but always end up with a mess of sticky notes and scraps of paper.
When I’m traveling, especially on such an intense trip as my learning abroad adventure to Havana, I find myself needing to journal every night. I take time to process feelings, remember funny anecdotes, and write down names or places to research.
Your journal is for you.
If something is bothering you while you are traveling, write it down. Get those thoughts out of your head-space so you can continue soaking in your new surroundings.
I worry a lot about losing things when I’m traveling. I’m one of those people whose internal mantra is PKW (Phone, Keys, Wallet). Where are they and are they safe? On my trip to Havana, I lost my sunglasses in the ocean. I was standing in the water talking to my friends and drinking fresh coconut juice (how could I be worried about anything at that moment) when a wave washed over me and the ocean took possession of my prescription sunglasses. Trying to play cool as my friends felt around aimlessly in the sand for them I retreated to my backpack to put on my hat and write in my journal.
It’s silly that something like losing sunglasses could stress me out, but it did. Writing down those feelings helped me process them faster and get back to having fun.
I also used my journal to write down things I wanted to tell my parents, friends, and siblings about—specific details that I knew they would enjoy and I didn’t want to forget!
Of course, since I was traveling with a class I used my journal to take notes for my research paper as well. I am writing about biodiversity in Cuba and so I used my journal to write down questions for later, helpful organizations, and bird species that I spotted while traveling!
It’s okay to fill in the journal later.
Now after telling you how great it is to journal in the moment, I also want to say that you shouldn’t be chained to your travel journal. If you’re walking around in a museum or just too tired to open your journal on your way to bed, don’t do it. You can fill it in later or just let that day be remembered in photographs and stories.
My journal, my favorite pen, and the field guide I carried all over Havana.














