Katerbury Tales

I'm at a loss where to even begin this post. If you know me well, you know that for me to be rendered speechless goes against the fiber of my DNA. I am an external processor. I talk my thoughts. I write my thoughts. I verbalize. I discuss. So, please excuse if this is rough,… Continue reading Words…Please Don’t Fail Me Now

Last I managed to write a missive for this space I was treading water in the deep end of the writing pool, living for the deadline of June 1st for all my final term papers. As much as I wanted to spend the summer playing and traveling alas, it was not to be. As soon… Continue reading Reflections From the Eye of the Storm

Life is weird right now. I have a significant amount of work to do. The real problem is not the work itself, but the lack of any schedule. I used to believe I was super organized and disciplined. I wrote my lesson plans, graded papers, did homework, wrote papers, submitted paperwork, kept religious track of… Continue reading On the Grind, and Being Without It

I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now. However, I can't. My brain and my heart are simultaneously aching and numb. This post has been fomenting for a long, long time. I kept telling myself I don't need to jump into that morass. I kept trying to remind myself that I have things which… Continue reading I don’t usually do this but….

Two months and ten days. That's how long I've been in London. It still feels surreal at moments. Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Definitely not a "typical" one for me. This morning I rented a car and ran away for the weekend. Mostly because I've done two big papers back to back and NEED to get away… Continue reading Table for One

Two posts in a week! Who is this person? This person is working on a research paper and wants...nay- NEEDS - to think about something else...anything else. I went for a walk earlier today. Ostensibly to clear my head, as I'd finally finished all my background reading and had composed my introduction. In reality, I… Continue reading Some Kind of Miracle

Somewhere along the line in the last few weeks I've managed to get lost in life. Not in a bad way necessarily. Just in the day to day, which I suppose is a sign that I'm settling into a routine. Classes. Homework. Reading. LOTS of reading. Fascinating stuff really, I assure you. I've ventured into… Continue reading Behind the Mask

I’m always nervous before I travel. I have no idea why. You’d think after a certain point it would be familiar, but it never is. I always worry just a bit and feel a tad overwhelmed. So when I took the wrong metro train in Paris the other night I had to check myself- after… Continue reading Comfortably Uncomfortable 

Change is weird. The process of adjusting to massive change is fairly strange in and of itself. The rare individual thrives on change. However, the majority of humanity, we like our routines, our familiar people and places. There is comfort in what is known. At heart, most of us aren't real risk takers so we… Continue reading Settling In

Nine days ago I left home. Five days ago I moved into a new flat, in a new country and met lots of new people (most of whom seem quite nifty but are certainly much younger than me - but that was to be expected). This is my new normal. I think I like it.… Continue reading A New Normal