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”?