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God Save the Queen!

So tomorrow my friends and I will be booking our flights and accommodations for our 4-week Easter break trip. Yep, I said four weeks. When the time comes, I will write a wonderful blog post of all of my amazing journeys through the Spanish islands and the Irish countryside, but today I am going to give you a play-by-play of last night.

As I mentioned before, this blog is not all about the frilly parts of studying abroad. This blog is real life. Just think of me as Teresa Giudice from the Real Housewives of New Jersey, except with paler skin. And better taste in men.

So here is your super secret look into the life of a foreigner.

Three hours before bed I was really bored. I had already watched the newest episode of Millionaire Matchmaker, and since I had finished all six parts of the Barbara Walters/Monica Lewinsky interview the day earlier, I was at a loss. Since I was done watching trashy television for the day, I yearned for something more.  So I decided to look through old high school photos on Facebook. Oh those were the days…

Fifteen   Bouncy Gym   Prom, Sophomore Year

As I went through pictures, I ended up (of course) getting sad and full of thought about the wonderfully awkward days of being fifteen. (Sidenote: I felt that the word “awkward” in that last sentence was a bit mundane, so I used my computer’s thesaurus to find a better word. Check out my options and enjoy how they describe being 15 so perfectly: difficult, tricky, cumbersome, unseasonable, embarrassing, thorny, uncomfortable, graceless, and my personal favorite, delicate). When you stay in your room for too long (and stay on Facebook for too long), you forget about the world around you. Last night I did just that. I turned into a hermit while Facebook sucked me into the past. It seemed that there was no way of getting back to the future! I mean the present. Whoops, got a little ahead of myself there.

So after sulking on Facebook for ten minutes too long, I scrolled down and came across this picture that I had posted earlier this morning:

Leeds City Center

All of the sudden, I was back in Leeds. Being fifteen was great and delicate and all, but who am I kidding?! Leeds is so much better! I mean look at those buildings! And that sky! And I am only a fifteen minute walk away from all of it. After snapping back to reality, I was able to log off of Facebook and end my night by reading a good book and thinking about how excited I was to see my friends the next day. I mean who needs teenage acne when they have England!  God save the queen!

I am glad I had that moment of nostalgia though. Sometimes it feels good to think about where you came from because it makes you even more excited about where you are going.

Until next time,


“The past is never where you think you left it” – Katherine Anne Porter





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