3 Tips That Will Transform Your Research Time Abroad

Whenever I’m asked about going abroad for research, time management quickly becomes a hot topic. After digging a little further into someone’s research plan and asking how they intend to use their time, I inevitably give the same advice. There are several ways to maximize your time on the ground, but there is one thing that will make your research time abroad more productive and enjoyable and far less stressful than anything else.

It’s also the one thing that most people don’t want to do.

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Why You Need to Fund Your Own Writing Residency

I’m currently sitting in Lyon, France in a sweet little apartment in the Croix-Rousse neighborhood. It’s as charming as it sounds. Even though I applied for four different residencies all over the world, and was accepted for two and declined one, I still decided to fund my own trip abroad to spend some quality time with my book. It had nothing to do with a revolt against the system or a declaration that I can do things better on my own. My decision came from an answer to a question that I asked myself when I sent off all of the applications in the first place – What if I don’t get into a single one? The answer – I’ll go anyway.

So I have. Here’s why you should fund your own residency too.

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Who Says You Can’t Find “The One” on the Road?

The first time I met this hunk was in Austria in 2006 and he was going by the name knackerl. Since that time, I’ve looked back on him fondly, remembering the quiet mornings we shared with tea and smoked ham. Grief pulling at my heartstrings in the way we parted that last day. Me, chewing him out. Him, surrendering to my vicious gnashing. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

They say that an astounding number of people meet the love of their life in the supermarket. I had always dismissed this as nonsense until yesterday at Bellecour when I wandered into the monop express. There he was. Waiting. As if he knew our reunion was inevitable.

Of course, he’d assumed a new name in France. I couldn’t hold it against him. Didn’t we both deserve a fresh start? From the moment I put him in my basket, he sidled up next to the saucisson just like old times, and I knew that we were meant to be together. Ah, my little knackerl. How I have missed you.