This piece was not written by myself but I couldn’t have said it better. The words epitomise a strong undercurrent I have been feeling for a while. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it,… Source: The Hardest Part of Travelling that No One Talks About Continue reading The Hardest Part of Travelling that No One Talks About
I’m beginning to simply live. I still wake up in the morning to the birds chirping outside my window and think: I can’t believe I’m in England. After the obligatory yawn and stretch, I roll out of bed and head to the upstairs shower. It’s becoming routine. The past few weeks have been my usual. I wake up, eat breakfast and go to class. Of … Continue reading The Liverpool Experience
“The Warrington shuttle leaves a 11:30 sharp.” I stopped by Starbucks and grabbed my £1.69 Americano because I needed a jolt of caffeine. I walked to Small Hall with my hot cup ‘o joe. “Sorry, no food and drink allowed on the shuttle.” I didn’t even get to take a sip. I thought about downing the Grande. “Leave it here. We have to take off.” … Continue reading May the Wind Be with You
Today was my last day of bartending. It’s bittersweet. Exactly one year ago naive and quiet me began working at The Last Resort. I wouldn’t speak unless spoken to; I kept my opinions to myself. Bartending was horrifying at first. I had to serve drinks to people who were nearly double my age and older. They’ve been around; they know their beer. How was I, eighteen-year-old barely … Continue reading Night Shift & Happy Hour
It’s the smell of seasoned artifacts. Hundred-year-old heirlooms and porcelain ornately arranged in every crevice of the building. Walking through the foyer, the old walls and wooden floor creak with the settling frost – the welcoming murmurs of the museum’s matron, Alice T. Miner. Its size is daunting; it seems impossible that the 19th century stone building houses 17 rooms. The narrow hallways open to large vaulted … Continue reading Alice, Did You Know?