Dear Sixteen Year Old Taylor, Oh goodness. In the past few weeks I’ve found myself thinking what you would do if you met me. A solid part of me actively believes you might pass out from excitement if not shock. I can remember how during the Christmas season of your sophomore year in high school … Continue reading Dear Sixteen Year Old Me.
It hasn’t even been a week since I’ve moved into my little red flat in this city of hills, but I am loving every minute of it. Sheffield radiates indie coffee shops and vintage clothing stores with flowers wound round their columns. It’s got streetcars and loads of students and second-hand bookshops. It seems so … Continue reading Shouts for Sheff
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve arrived in the United Kingdom, and while the jet lag certainly hasn’t completely sorted itself out yet, things are already looking up. I am currently staying with a close friend I met in London and her family in the Cotswolds. Despite the fact that I’ve been to … Continue reading On Uneven Ground
With only a few days left before I jet off across the pond once more, I wanted to sit down and take the time to write about my summer at home. More specifically, I’d like to address why, exactly I took as much time at home as I did. It’s impossible to deny that King’s … Continue reading Mind Over Matter
Settle in. There’s a lot to catch up on. Have you ever taken a trip on two days notice? To a country you’ve never been to before? If not, I would highly, highly recommend it. I had taken a week off of work about a month ago, but when I requested time off I had … Continue reading Montreal
It takes a lot to move overseas alone at the ripe age of eighteen. I’m not saying that to brag either. I think it was a lot more than I ever thought it was going to be, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. However, despite all the physical effort and the emotional … Continue reading Changes: Sheffield Edition