Just Touched Down in (Cambridge) Town

There is a moment where the waves calm, the skies surrender, and the winds cease. Can someone please let me know when that happens because it hasn’t quite done that for me yet, but it’s okay. I digress. The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of new friends, new cities, incredible memories, and basically anything but like, actual sleep. This really is heaven on earth.

For the next two months (ok at this point, 6 weeks eep) I will be studying abroad at the University of Cambridge. From the second I touched down at Heathrow airport, I just knew I was never going to want to leave. Two weeks into the programme (see I do the fancy British spellings now), I absolutely know that this will be the saddest goodbye of my albeit short life. The architecture, the history, the people, the accents, the tea, the pubs, the Pimms…I just never ever want to see it end. I think I’m tearing up a little as I write this.

So, if you’re so inclined, follow along on this little adventure of mine and read about a Los Angeles girl who found her way across the pond.

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