My friend is due here in twenty minutes to play tennis. I sit on the edge of my bed with my laptop perched on my knees. The email spreads before my eyes. Due to inactivity, Dropbox has deactivated your account… Oh crap. Let me back up. Six years ago, at the tender age of eighteen, … Continue reading Losing My Memories of England
So I have a habit of putting myself in compromising situations. Not bad situations although that happens too. But the kind of situations where my moral barometer suddenly becomes muddied. Case in point! Picture me. Your average churchgirl minus the coffee addiction (cough, cough, Savvy). I’m at uni and my friend invites me to a burlesque show. … Continue reading That Time I Went to a Burlesque Show
“If you want to show your English friends that you’re trying to embrace the culture, here’s what you do…” The speaker at international students’ orientation pauses for dramatic effect. We lean forward and she says: “Have a drink in your hand.” When I moved to England, I wanted to acclimate to the culture. Looking back, … Continue reading What Living in England Taught Me
“I can’t believe you’re here.” I wake up on my birthday and roll over to see my best friend, Tofu, sleeping beside me. The night before, I found a giant present in the foyer and when I unwrapped it, she popped out! I was so shocked, I started crying. Now she’s here for my birthday. … Continue reading A Week in Worcester County
Naturally, I was feeling homesick for England. I even wrote about it in my other blog (read here). I missed how funky and artsy the cities were. Upon my first few weeks of living near Worcester, a small city in Massachusetts, I believed I would feel the absence of an urban artsy vibe. But then, … Continue reading Bristol to Worcester
"Why are you here?" The restaurant owner asked me with furrowed brows. I was in a pub and grill in a town called West Boylston, in rural Massachusetts. This was an area with no sidewalks, only forests and with highways connecting the bars and gas stations. The houses were old clapboard and the only shops … Continue reading Why “Mass Discovery”?