I’ve been missing London a lot lately. That’s really nothing new–I miss London all the time. But lately it’s been more of a pulling, a longing, than just the feeling of ‘missing’. Wishing I was…
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Untold Stories of Harlaxton: My Week With Sarah J
When I found out I was actually going to Harlaxton, my friends all started talking about coming to visit me. We talked about the what-ifs of a fun spring break in Europe—taking a train to…
Untold Stories of Harlaxton: The Best Day
I’m a ‘spend all day in a coffee shop’ kind of girl. Since we never really had a coffee shop in Jasper when I was growing up (shout out to Brew for being here now–you…
Untold Stories of Harlaxton: Isle of Man
Almost immediately after I’d hit the ‘confirm’ button and well before I’d booked my flight to Harlaxton, my oldest brother Kyle was planning his trip to come see me. Like all others who came to…
The Overwhelming So Fab Very Great Week
Dear friends, If you can believe it, it’s been a full two weeks since the day I was forced to take a final exam and leave my incredible English home all in the same day….
Finals Feelings: I have been found.
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall, and no one would hear? When I arrived at Harlaxton in January, part…
Don’t Talk About It
The end. It’s a sore subject right now, so a lot of times when we mention it we’re met with a, “Don’t talk about it!” But we can’t stay away from the topic. Somehow, three…
My French Teacher Would Be Ashamed
When I was in high school, one of the best parts of my day was French class with Mr. Rottet. By our fourth year of French, my class was practically a family. That’s right, I…
Inside Harlaxton
It’s officially been two months since our planes landed in London, yet I remember those first few days like they were yesterday. Two months ago, we defeated jet lag. Earlier this week, I realized I…
I went to London
Every morning during my first week in England I would wake up feeling like I was at camp. The manor was spectacular, obviously, but if I didn’t stray outside of the gates for a day…