No matter how unseasonably warm everyone claimed it was, it was still London in October. I had been standing outside the Holborn underground station for 45 minutes, waiting for a friend. I…
Graduate school in Paris has turned out to be a bit heavy on the graduate school and light on the Paris. Papers and exams, it seems, are universal concepts and they followed…
Romantic comedies and Disney have told us so many lies and given us so many misguided expectations that I could easily dedicate an entire blog to breaking these struggles down one by…
Paris is every single bit as lovely and charming and awesome and all of these other superb adjectives as I expected it to be. However, for all the time I spend saying…
Moving sucks. I could try to dress that up and put it more eloquently, but there’s just no way around the fact that the succinct version rings so incredibly true. I found…