Uncharted Territory

Dr. Meghan Waldron • June 8, 2025

They find the key in the flower pot, but more importantly they find their way.

When my university offered someone from our team to travel to Genoa, Italy this summer to learn about opportunities for our pre-health students, I jumped at the chance. No stranger to traveling, I love learning about new places, cultures, and people. I said yes before I fine tuned all the details, but I knew they would fall into place…eventually. However, because life has been a freight train barreling down the tracks, it was not until last night that I started looking into the little neighborhood where I would be staying in Milan my first night in Italy.


My first jolt into reality was when I arrived for my layover in London. Navigating how other countries operate their airports is never for the faint of heart. The monitor said they would update the gate at 9:30am, and low and behold, we were boarding the plane at 9:40am. Talk about a quick turnaround. This is the antithesis of the delays we have been feeling in the States.


Luckily, I found my spot, and we touched down in Milan without incident. Then came my next hit of reality. I was traveling alone. I have not solo-traveled internationally since 2003. This is pre-kid era, and I am fairly certain that while I was more adventurous, I was also more naive. Armed with the experience of raising teenage sons, I have a tendency to think about what could go wrong before it inevitably goes wrong. The bus pulled in blaring its horn, and I had no clue if the driver would accept Euros, an app, or a debit card. I got mixed reviews from the equally confused line of tourists surrounding me in a haphazard line. As two buses fought for customers, I hoped that I, and the Australian couple I befriended, end up at Milan Centrale. We loaded our bags beneath and plopped down. Lucky us, the bus took us to the train station. Second miracle of the day.


Finally, I was one step closer to my apartment. Moving from K12 to Higher Ed on an urban campus, I am not a stranger to using GPS to find walking directions around a city. However, Apple Maps struggles in Europe where alleyways and city streets zig zag. As my phone repopulated countless times, I tried to look not-so-lost as I navigated the Milanese neighborhood with all of my luggage. I made the mistake of reading about pickpockets on the flight. Several key codes, hidden keys in a flower pot, and video instructions later, I entered my “home” for the evening and crashed onto the couch.


Truth be told, I just spent time in Spain and Portugal hiking. There was a ton of figuring there, but I was with a friend. We brainstormed together. It has been a long time that I have had to figure out so much on my own in such a short window of time. While nervewracking at times, it was pretty great and it built my confidence that risk-taking at any age grows us.


I also had an epiphany that this is how seniors and rising college freshmen feel all the time. The language of college is new. They leave their comfort zone. They search for allies. They find the key in the flower pot, but more importantly they find their way.


It is my hope that we can help them navigate these new lands. Through customized writing sessions, we help them share their story. We help them pack their bags, and we remind them that they have what it takes, and they are probably markedly better at buying bus tickets and following a GPS than we are. However, I will warn them about pick pockets, and being on their phones in crowded places.



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