The last six months has been a deluge of applications, emails, confirmations, reading lists, travel blogs, financial tracking, more applications, latte induced late-night frantic phone calls to mom, and a nauseatingly large amount of dolla billz.
But my impending move abroad to study at Cambridge has never felt more real than when I finally got my accommodation confirmation. Blessed be the little angel who sent that email. I’ve only been refreshing my inbox nonstop for the last six weeks. Finally, my nightly stress dream of showing up in Cambridge only to find no place to rest my weary head can end. (Let’s be real. This actually changes nothing. Those dreams are still happening.)
At just four weeks out, things are getting pretty real here. And, it turns out, the already daunting task of preparing to move 4,000 miles away from home to study for a year is exacerbated when you decide to add a six week jaunt across Europe real quick before classes start.
Who. Knew.
Don’t get me wrong. Despite me starting this blog to keep family and friends (probably just my mom and grandma) updated on my travels, I’m still 100% percent convinced that this entire ordeal is either 1) a dream, 2) a hallucination (like a dream but different), or 3) some huge hoax and all my fees, applications, and emails have been going to scam email server in Nigeria.
Adventures in Wonderland 