Author: sboschetti@rollins.edu

Home: it’s so close. England has been a beautiful, life-changing experience that I wouldn’t trade for the world, but sometimes I wake up in the morning, cold, my pillow uncomfortably damp from the generalized moisture I’ve found to be so common in this country, and just feeling… a little bit done. Yeah, part of that whole…

It’s a little over halfway through my study abroad semester now. The semester is broken up in such a strange way for American students studying abroad at Lancaster; our orientation program was a month long, there’s a two-week break, and then the actual term is only ten weeks. It really is starting to feel like…

It’s late November, sunsets are at 4:30, and it’s easier for me to see my breath than a reason to get up on 35-degree mornings. Fortunately, my 9:00 was cancelled this morning, and I stayed in bed until the sunlight peeking through my window had warmed my room just a little more. The temperature filter…

When I was 15, I went on a classics reading spree. For about three weeks, I was really into the Penguin Classics section at the nearby Books-A-Million, and I read probably eight or nine books in that time, judging by the number still sitting on my shelves at home. One of those books was Alice’s…

England has been a time. Being abroad is truly an awesome, amazing experience, but school-wise, everything feels a so different from what I’m used to. Most of my days are spent waking up late, grabbing coffee and sometimes a sandwich as I brace the cold on the way to an afternoon class, and then alternating…

So, I made it to Lancaster University, suitcase somehow in hand. I waited a mere ten minutes at the baggage carousel in the Manchester Airport before my blue-tagged, purple bag came down the shoot, and I felt an instant sense of relief. That relief somehow stayed with me as I caught a train to the Lancaster…

Note: This blog post was originally written as I left the U.S., but due to a variety of complications involving airport wi-fi (and several other things, as the post describes), it was not submitted as expected. I’ll wait to write this blog until I’m waiting in the airport, I told myself all summer. It’ll probe all those…