Oxford Thoughts — Upon Return to UA
Sep19

Oxford Thoughts — Upon Return to UA

Most of Oxford’s old city wall has been absorbed into New College, and outside of it runs a street that’s named Longwall. Names and titles throughout the rest of the city are just as uncreative. There’s a coffee house called Queen’s Lane that sits on Queen’s Lane; the widest street in the city is called Broad Street; St. Mary’s Passage borders St. Mary’s Church, and the most magnificent university buildings are named after their...

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Coming Home
Aug29

Coming Home

I still can’t believe it’s over. It almost doesn’t feel real that I’m home, like I’m in a dream I’m about to wake up from. I already miss being in Germany and I’ve only been home for a few days. Sure, I did miss my family and friends but I feel like I left part of myself in Germany. Having to readjust to what my life was prior to leaving for Germany has been very hard. I almost didn’t...

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Tschuss, Europa!
Aug22

Tschuss, Europa!

My journey home was, to say the least, arduous. A long and tiring time-zone-hopping, people-dodging endeavor. I left my Amsterdam hostel (I travelled around Europe a bit after my study abroad program ended) at 3:25 A.M. local time to catch a 3:45 train to the airport. My flight was to Lisbon and left at 6:15, only for me to catch my flight to Boston at 10 Lisbon time. I arrived in Boston at 3 P.M. EST, but my body thought it was 8 or...

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I’m home… Now what?
Aug14

I’m home… Now what?

It’s going to sound pathetic, but my first thought upon returning home was being able to switch back to my regular cellular plan. I wouldn’t be charged for international roaming, and wouldn’t need to rely solely on a time limited wifi connection to message other people in my study abroad group, or to check on my departure gate for my final flight. GroupMe, WhatsApp and others are fantastic tools to stay connected...

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Ich bin ein Berliner?
Aug11

Ich bin ein Berliner?

Ever since I was young I have dreamed of taking a trip to Europe. Maybe it was watching the Cheetah Girls strut down the streets of Barcelona or Lizzie Margurie live her best life in Italy. I can’t be sure but whatever it was I wanted in. I’m here to say there are things that the movies don’t tell you, and how could they? It’s a shock. You cross the pond and suddenly you are on a new continent. Nations older...

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Merci Bruxelles
Aug10

Merci Bruxelles

Leaving Brussels was definitely bittersweet. The morning I left, I made sure to swing by my favorite café and get one more coffee for the road. I still had one more week left in Europe since I was meeting my mom and my niece in Paris, but it was still difficult to leave. It’s not as big of a city as Paris or London, and I think that’s one of the main reasons I liked it so much. Brussels had become to feel homey. I became accustomed to...

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