8 Oct 2014: Onward

The time I spent living in Seattle might as well be nonexistent. Three and a half years, in the grand scheme of things, isn’t forever. The time I spent in Chicago keeps feeling more compact and less clear. It’s only fitting that the short six months I spent in the intoxicating city of London turned…

12 Sept 2014: Fourth Year

After an average summer of living at home with a younger brother that incessantly yells at a computer game in the wee hours of the morning, working shifts that began one day and ended the next, and drowning in my own triple degree sweat, fall semester had never sounded more appealing. I moved my bed…

8 Aug 2014: Seattle, San Fransisco

On a whim I bought a ticket to Seattle. I have a few friends who have been calling me home and there were still many stones to be overturned up in the great Pacific Northwest; so I went. I stayed with Ethan, a very dear friend from my Bothell, Washington days; though I am glad…

1 July 2014: Austin

I went to a Round Rock Express baseball game because I just wanted a hot dog, a beer and some of America’s favorite pastime. It was all good and gold until I found out that the stadium sold Fish n Chips. That was a really cruel plan, Dell Diamond. I’m over here trying to binge…

9 June 2014: Tarallini

While mum and I were searching the aisles for wine and snacks one evening during our adventure in Pigneto, Rome, we found a bag of these twisted bread crackers. After a bit of research and some taste testing, I think we settled on three more bags before we departed. Tarallini come from the Southern part…

1 June 2014: 14 in 14

It is genius that the program required us to purchase a return ticket before our initial departure; not only would I have been less likely to come home in the end, but I would have been hard pressed to find the money for that flight. I didn’t intend to miss my flight from Dublin to…

29 May 2014: Ireland

My train, ferry and bus to Ireland wasn’t easy. I had just said goodbye to a place I’ve fallen mad for and left behind a few great friends; I felt absolutely rotten. My breakfast wouldn’t stay down and my tears weren’t holding back while I took in Tottenham Court Road for the last time (I…