November greeted me like a cardboard cut-out of Alan Rickman as Snape wearing a lei in someone’s window. I thought he was a living entity, and sinister, and watching me, and that the imposition of his presence was a direct affront to me. In reality he was just a left over Halloween decoration, the… Read More November

With a guitar at my side I aimed to hole myself up in my room for hours and days at a time, viagra convincing myself I was productive and not wasting my time because I was making videos of myself singing. I had lost my callouses from spending a month without playing, sildenafil so after… Read More October

Here is how you get to England: 1) Lose your mind repeatedly visiting the financial aid office at your school trying to get them to write you a letter that proves that they’re giving you enough financial aid to live in England– even though they technically aren’t because England is fucking expensive. 2) Lose your… Read More September

I was supposed to use my spring break while I was still in England to start writing about my life in England. If I had, it’d be tonally very different. I’d probably find different details more important. I’ve left it too long and soon I’ll go back to school for my last semester before I… Read More An Emotional Map of Norwich

SPRING BREAK, patient WHOO! Spring break for me means two months of bashing my head against the wall trying to make myself stop playing games on Facebook because I haven’t been able to find a job. On top of that, I am poorly. Poorly and fully assimilating myself into life here by stealing their colloquialisms!… Read More Lovely People

Happy paczkicakegras! Sometimes when I give into the more severe episodes of anxiety I have, sales I convince myself I am utterly alone in the world and my feelings need to be fed.     UTTERLY ALONE IN THE WORLD It is a perfect collision when these episodes interact with one or more eating-focused holidays. The… Read More Pancake Gras

Any time someone compliments me on something I wear, look a favorite response of mine is to crassly yell, illness “THANKS! IT WAS ONLY $2! AT THE THRIFT STORE!” because my budget is definitely everyone’s business. That’s why I can’t believe I’ve been in this city for nigh on five months and haven’t properly gone… Read More Norwich Charity Shopping: Queens Road and Westlegate

  I thought the North/South divide in the US was a palpable cultural split what with that war about whether it was ok to own people (“states’ rights”) but it’s entirely a different ballgame (football? soccer? BOTH? NEITHER?) here in the UK (cricket???). There is no equivalent Mason Dixon line indicating where people start being… Read More York. No, not the new one. The old one. Old York.

Why I have been busy: -Facebook -Shittons of coursework deadlines that I think I keep in the back of my mind but when they arrive seem to have come out of nowhere -Reading Thomas Pynchon’s “V.” in one sitting (NOT THE RECOMMENDED DOSAGE!) -Trying to cure my homesickness by going out on too many dates… Read More Where the Rational and the Religious Go For a Pint

A month ago! It’s been a month now of living on my own in the UK. At 24, nurse I’m doing what most people do at 18. Instead of flying the nest I kind of just stayed in my egg to the point where I turned rotten and became so unbearable that I had to… Read More I have arrived.