As soon as I found out that I’d be studying in the states for a year, there was one thing on my mind… Spring Break. As the blood of my father runs through my veins, there’s a party animal inside me that has felt stifled as of late and I was ready to let my … Continue reading Spring Break
As I’m sat in Charlotte Douglas International Airport, waiting for my second flight to take me home to Heathrow, I have to wonder and reminisce what this past Fall term has given me. And just as I’ve picked up my laptop to start writing, an ironic speaker voice states “Do not accept gifts from unknown … Continue reading Homebound
As an English woman born and bred, still the first thing which comes to mind when I think of Americans is 'flamboyance'. Everything in famously over the top, and over done. But I swelled with joy and embraced every second of Halloweek (despite the consequent disasters which come from 5/6 days of non-stop debauchery and alcoholism).
Writing has always been my motivation, my passion. Yet, I've been an enabler of my own fears, I've allowed the fear of not living up to my own expectations to control me for far too long. I've accomplished so much more than what I ever [...]