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An American in Paris

On Friday March 6, I made the 3:00 a.m. trek to the bus station, heavy backpack in tow. One bus ride and flight later, I made my grand arrival to Paris fashion week, sleepy-eyed and messy-haired. See here is the thing about traveling. I have all these plans to look like an awesome cool hip European every time I go on a trip. And honestly, I just haven't nailed down this look yet. The first reason for this is that I have been wearing the same clothes for 2 months now. The second reason is this: how good can a girl really look when she got 1 hour of sleep and had to roll up to the airport at like 4:00 a.m.  Answer: not that good. Moving on.

Under the Tuscan Moon

This is one of those real honest moments where I offer a glimpse into the heart of study abroad. It is such a beautiful and challenging experience. As cool as the pictures may turn out, it's not always the Lizzie McGuire movie over here. You have hard days and homesick moments. I've been traveling for 8 days now and I long for home. Home for now means a place to unpack my overly full backpack and rest my feet for a while. 9 Canterbury Road will be welcomed with open arms late Sunday night. 


It's been almost exactly one month since I arrived here in Oxfordshire. One month of adventures and laughter and tea. More than words I can attempt to write or pictures I can post online or weird videos I make, I simply cannot convey everything it is to be here. 

In other news, I always end up staying up too late but I have now been saying that for about a year now. Alas I find myself awake yet again past midnight, reflecting on all that has happened thus far. 


Things are going quite well here, if you were wondering.

I think we are all learning more and more what it means to "live in community". (Seriously if I had a nickel for every time I have heard that phrase since attending ACU, I would have soooooo many nickels). 


"To us remains
A clean, sweet city lulled by ancient streams,
A place of visions and of loosening chains,
A refuge of the elect, a tower of dreams.

She was not builded out of common stone
But out of all men’s yearning and all prayer
That she might live, eternally our own,
The Spirit’s stronghold—barred against despair.”