Mist rises. Saturday morning lacks the alarm clock. A full backpack sits in on a desk, waiting for me to pick it up and go…
Stuffy nose. Hoarse throat. Restless nights. I catch a cold the first weekend of living here (just my luck), and the…
It is my first day of class.
When the plane lands, I feel anything but clean and presentable. My rushed night of travelling through NYC’s airport, sitting next to screaming babies, paying for over-priced sandwiches and downloading Netflix shows has got the best of me.
Eighteen might be the legal age in Scotland…but while I’m here, I turn the much-anticipated age of twenty-one. Months ago, I planned a…
The Dumyat. It sits outside my dorm, overlooks my walk to class each morning. I take countless photos of the gorgeous mountaintop under…
What could be more festive than a Christmas market?
I have two choices this Saturday: Either take a free tour to the Durham Cathedral (Harry Potter set just north of…
The bus arrives at Inverness an hour and a half late. Part of me is happy — I’m able to sleep and gain energy before the night ahead — and…