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Thank You: For My Parents

Time April 8th, 2013 in College Study Abroad | No Comments by

When i was growing up, I tried very hard to make sure that I thanked my parents on a daily basis. This was when I was old enough to know from social etiquette that I should be thanking them but too young to quite fully grasp why they deserved my constant praise. As the angst and condescending attitude of my teenage years has faded, this feeling has crept back up on me, so much so that I am sometimes overwhelmed by the crushing need to beg their forgiveness for all my shortcomings, my fibs over the years, and all the times I have been unappreciative. However, as I have gotten older, I no longer wonder why it is that I need to thank them and instead try to offer pointed gratitude. As I sit at a computer desk in sunny Tenerife with a new tan, writing this post, using internet that costs 1€ an hour (money that, although i worked 7 days a week for 15 weeks this summer, comes from my parents at this point), I can’t help but examine how exactly I came to be here.

Two years ago, I was going through the process of transitioning from an 18-year-old to a 19-year-old. I began shedding the last remnants of my high school years. I realized what exactly I wanted out of my education and why. My parents were consistently there to support whatever decision I made, and trusted me to do most of the work of transferring without them. I began the process of a very long and heartbreaking end to my relationship with someone who had been both my absolute best friend in the world and my first real, earth-shattering love. My parents, and especially my father, let me cry when I couldn’t speak, gave me level-headed yet romantic advice that spoke through the cloud of “but him and I are different” that no one else’s words (besides yours, Ari) did, offered me tough love when it was all that was left to do, and, before I even met the man, instilled in me a degree of self-love and confidence that enabled me to find myself again after I got a bit lost in a haze of soul-sucking loss. I was rejected from an internship at a Law Firm on the basis that I was too young and they had better applicants, a rejection that absolutely infuriated me and also threw my self-assurance for a loop I did not anticipate. My parents ensured me that I would find something else to do with my summer, and although they knew I would be at Oxford for an entire year, supported me as I went off and lived and worked in New York City with a different family. A few weeks ago I felt, for the first time in my life, a degree of homesickness so intense that I, the world-traveler, independent woman, wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up with my dog, watch Friends, and read Dante’s Inferno over break. My parents, again, agreed to finance either my trip home or help enormously with my trip not-home, heavily suggesting that I stay put and take advantage of the opportunity that “I worked for.” They took absolutely no angle of selfishness, something that I, an avid Foucault reader, remain baffled by.

I am where I am because of them. And to a probably lesser extent than many 20 (SOON TO BE 21) year olds, I am who I am (my parents have always let me grow in my own way). For this reason, I want to dedicate this post to my parents: the absolute heroes in my life.

Mom: You have offered me, quite literally, unconditional love to an unfathomable degree. I have never seen someone love the way you do. I want you to know how much I admire your ability to endure all of the lemons life hands you, especially those hand picked and hurled at you from your teenage daughter. I do not only admire you as a mother, but as a teacher, a wife, a daughter, a sister, and a friend. I have overheard your compassion in phone conversations, a tone that I hear myself genuinely emitting when I talk to my own best friends. I am growing up to be less like you than others predicted, but more so in your image than I ever thought possible. I was hand dancing the other day. You were my first best friend and I promise you, no matter where I end up, that no one will ever be able to take your place.

Silver Fox: You have always made me feel safe, kept me far enough from harms way, but also pushed me into some deep water, keeping the safety line far enough to make me swim on my own. Just like the king in the princess stories you used to tell me when I was little. You make me laugh without trying to at the most vital times. That is something that very few people can do. You are always trying to better yourself as a father, husband, friend, athlete. You strive to make yourself happy instead of waiting and wishing for the stars to align, a trait that is reflected in me in almost everything I do. When my heart was in millions of pieces, you picked them up and promised me that I was too precious to be broken, and that the person I was going to be with would love me and cradle my heart gently. You are the number one man in my life, and as utterly cliche as this sounds, when the fourth man (after Matt and Tim of course) walks in, I hope he is like you.

If it were not for both of you, I would certainly not be able to have seen the world the way I have, learned so much about myself, and received and worked for an education that I am both proud and shocked to have under my belt. Not just academically, but in so many other ways. Perhaps most importantly, you have taught me the importance of family. I am not sure “lucky” is the right word, as it barely scratches the surface of how I feel to have you as my forever-loving, fighting soldiers. Know that I would not have gotten through the past few, tumultuous years of my life with a determined, hopeful, and happy head on my shoulders without you. You have been my anchors and have guided me away from the rocks and safely to shore.

This may seem like quite an off topic post to a blog that is supposed to be about my study abroad experience. Touché. However, for anyone reading, homies at Oxford, prospective study abroad students, homies in America, strangers, homies all over the world, think again if that is how you perceive it. My parents have been integral to every second of my time here, and for that they deserve a post of their own.

My Mom comes to London/Paris with my two aunts in five days, and when I have cheaper access to a computer, I will write about Istanbul, Athens, Rome, and Tenerife! WOAH CLIFFHANGER!


Check Me Out!

Time January 14th, 2013 in College Study Abroad | No Comments by

Hello friends,

Much has happened since I blogged last. SO MUCH. In fact, I will probably forget about three and a half thousand things that I should post. As I said, I traveled on my holiday, and visited 12 (main) places. I shall now list them:Madrid, Barcelona, Nice, Monaco, Rome, Milan, Prague, Budapest, Vienna, Munich, Berlin, Amsterdam

If this sounds exhausting, ding ding ding! I am really tired, but I have been back in Oxford for a week so I am catching up on sleep. A bit. I’ll break down the trip!

Madrid: My favorite city by far.


Michaelmas Term: A One Way Ticket to Pound Town

Time December 3rd, 2012 in College Study Abroad | No Comments by

Greetings from Madrid! I know what you are thinking. Yes, I was just in Oxford, but now I have left and am at my first of 12 stops, visiting my best friend Jason and exploring the city. Let the fact that I am just now blogging be a testament to the fact that I absolutely adore Oxford and am constantly busy working (or playing). From the moment I arrived, I felt more at home than I ever had before. Oxford is a sort of enchanted city, and each day I wake up I have to remind myself that it is, in fact, real life. Oxford University is made up of various member colleges of different sizes that are known for different things. To describe Worcester, the college where I am studying and living, I will recount one of my worst experiences in my eight-week term. On one Friday night, I went to the Purple Turtle, an odd bar-club-sometimes-we-play-charades(CHA-RAH-DES not cha-ray-des)-here type of place. On the bar menu, each college is listed in terms of different shots that represent that college. Some sounded really quite lovely (I am essentially proficient with this ish), and some sounded absolutely terrible. The Worcester shot contains kraken and tabasco sauce. Being the brash girl I sometimes am, I said that I could probably take it and that it would not even be bad. Cole, Darden, and Jackie (second appearance WOOO see previous post), American friends of mine, all told me to “back myself.” In Oxford, if you state something you could or would do (someone once said he would jump out of a high window and he broke his leg because someone said “back yourself” so he did it) and you don’t say “safety” before someone says “back yourself,” you essentially have to do it. Do not take the obligatory nature of “have to” lightly. If you don’t, bad things happen. One of my best friends from Hamilton, Scott, was visiting from Rome, so I had to demonstrate the seriousness of this tradition. It was the worst shot of my life, and I slammed the shot down so hard out of fear, hate, and anger, that it broke! Long introduction of Worcester, but basically I’d call it saucy. In all ways.

This post will be long, so I’ll break it up.
Worcester College: I will start with our grounds. To be honest, all of Oxford is stunning, and the most famous colleges like Christ Church and Magdalen are very pretty, but Worcester takes the cake for me. Our main quad is breathtaking, so much so that in first week, we all received a stern email from the dean about people walking, putting chairs, and throwing up on his precious grass. I think there are more people working on taking care of the grounds than as Worcester tutors (actually). Anyways, Worcester also has a beautiful lake and playing fields. It is gorgeous to walk through. Our gym is essentially an irrelevant part of my time abroad, but I will get to this later. The next best thing about Worcester is, without a doubt, all the amazing people. I have never had a problem adjusting to places, am quite independent, and usually figure things out pretty quickly. While all that was true my first few weeks at Oxford, having such a supportive, welcoming, hospitable, and friendly network of people definitely didn’t hurt. The first night, we (when I say we, I usually mean the JYAs, Worcester´s term of junior year abroad students) had a champagne reception where we all met members of the JCR-the Junior Common Room. This is the equivalent of the American “Student Government.” They are all great people who have helped me loads. We then went to a extravagant meal in the Lindbury building, a fancy room in college. All the important people of college were present, and it is where I scored my babysitting job for the Provost! He and his wife (who I will talk of later) have three children, and as I love kids so much, I´will be hanging out with them. Or babysitting, as some call it. Anyway, that night I made some good friends and consider it one of my best nights at Worcester. I also randomly met my college mumma, Anna, who I ADORE. At Worcester during first year, two students get college married (usually a boy proposes to a girl in some adorable or some terrible manner) and are assigned first-year students to guide for the next year. I am special and have two college mums, Anna and Emily. Anna is studying Theology and somehow manages to get her deadlines extended or write essays RIGHT before deadline all the time. Absolute hero in my eyes. Another thing I love about Worcester is the library. It is the top of a spiral staircase and is divided between the lower reading room, which has many old books and is for reading and writing only (no laptops, etc.) and the upper reading room, where laptops are permitted and some books are found. Although I usually study elsewhere, it is open 24 hours and I did have one minor crisis this term and was there to see the sunrise!. My favorite thing is definitely formal dining hall. For a mere 3 pounds, we enjoy a three course meal. When I say a three course meal, I don’t mean some leaves, dry chicken, and an M&M. No. I mean something like this: potato gnocci with pumpkin and leek, lemon and garlic chicken with roasted potatoes and mixed vegetables, apple crumble. It is so yummy and fun to dress up and sip wine with friends. We wear our scholar gowns, so it is one of the times when I feel the most official and scholarly.The quad:

First lunch:
College bar:
College mum:
Before formal: Take note of the gowns.

Oxford (the city):

The photos speak for themselves, but I will highlight some of my favorites.

Radcliffe Camera-This is a very famous building in Oxford that is not open to tourists. I would be lying if I said I don’t really enjoy walking past people to show my bod card (Oxford University library card) to the man at the entrance. Anyways, I study here very often. The first floor has big open tables with lighting meant for long study sessions. The upstairs is an open dome with reading spaces and is a great place to go when my mind needs to contemplate expansive issues (I am at Oxford…apparently I am supposed to be doing this). Without jest though, this building is probably the one I frequent the most often.

Bodleian Library-The place I visit the second most, another library! Do not fret, I play plenty. This is the huge, famous library in Oxford. Like the camera, you can’t just walk in, although there are tours. I prefer the radcam, but most of my books are either here or in the gladstone link. The link is underneath the bod, and there are tunnels that connect the bod, the link, and the radcam (abbreviations not mine). I usually grab all my books from the bod and the link and head to the cam. Since you can’t take the books out, or write in them obviously, I find myself taking very detailed notes. Whenever I am in this building, I feel that I MUST be studying because I am an academic. Its something about the walls, I swear. It is also a feeling that seems to miraculously disappear when I am in the college bar.
River Thames/Christ Church College (Where our boathouse is)-I have joined the Worcester Boat Club, known to those in the states as the crew team. Since the weather has been so terrible, we haven’t been out on the river much, however I do run here often. On the way to the river, you enter through the gate to Christ Church college, where this photo is taken. You also pass a few cow pastures on the way.

Walk down to the river:

Worcester boat house:
Taylors-My favorite sandwich place. The woman in there loves me because I am so friendly, so she makes my sandwiches perfectly.Cafe Nero in Blackwell’s-Blackwell’s is a famous bookshop located across from the library. I really love the Cafe Nero in there and meet friends there often.

Eagle and Child/King’s Arms: Famous pubs!

Studying:One of the reasons I am just blogging this excessively long post now is because I have had I cannot stress enough how much work Oxford packs into eight short weeks. For my primary tutorial, I studied literary criticism with Alex Pryce, an Irish woman who inspired me and improved my work habits. The reading list was manageable  but I found myself using things I had read before, just adding more reading to my list. At any point in the day, for a total of eight weeks, I had reading to do. It never, ever ended. I really enjoyed this tutorial though and I did quite well. Philosophy of Mind, my secondary, may have been another story. The director of visiting students at Worcester did recommend I take something…easier? Being the person I am, I thought I could tackle it. I was wrong. It was far and away the most challenging thing I have ever done, and while I definitely will not miss ripping my hair out over not knowing what was going on, or sitting through a tutorial where I could barely understand my tutor (partially because of his Italian accent, mostly because of the terminology). However, I did appreciate it as a grounding and humbling study. The students at Worcester have told me that I work far more than any other past JYAs, but this is probably because my grades do matter! I typically work about 25-30 hours total a week.

Daytime activities:

Getting coffee-I NEVER do this at Hamilton. If I am not in class during the weekdays, I am studying, in meetings, working out, eating or sleeping. However, when in England, I take study breaks fairly regularly. There is just so much to talk about!

Rowing-Like I said, I joined the boat club. WOO! I cannot wait to get on the water, but for now I have been stuck in the erg shed with Miranda, one of my best friends at Worcester.

Boxing-Since I was so sick, have not done much. Next term it is on.Random stuff-There is so much of this in Oxford.


I won’t go too in depth here for the sake of my parents, older relatives, and other professionals who may stumble upon this. Drinking is a huge aspect of British culture, more so than in America. This is something I have had trouble getting used to, because I have never been a big drinker. I can do one or two days in a row, but more than that and I can’t handle the heat. In Oxford, there is no concept of the weekends. People say that because the work is so intense, drinking and dancing is the only way to unwind. We have a college bar at Worcester that serves cheap beer and drinks (the famous “sting” has five shots and is only 4 quid). I frequent here, and most people go out to clubs after. There are also loads of pubs around the city to go out for a more relaxed time and to meet people. This is one of my favorite things to do. I LOVE meeting new people and every time I get a chance I take advantage of that.

Main differences between Brits and Americans:

Drinking-They do it more.
Humor-We do it better.
Studying-They talk about it less.

Illness: I was very sick for about three weeks. It was terrible. I had the flu, bronchitis, and some interesting other diseases. I wanted my mommy.
Random but important things that have happened that I feel I should blog about because they were fun:
London to see Parliament-IFSA has different events that we are welcome to go on, so I went to London for a daytime trip to tour the Houses of Parliament. The tour itself was alright; the houses were beautiful but the history was pretty much covered by my AP Euro class (shoutout to Mrs. Smith). I walked around the city by myself for a few hours (this is one of my favorite things to do), then I took the bus back to Oxford. On the bus back, a baby sat across from me. Obviously, she was with her parents, but this baby and I immediately fell in love. She had the most curious eyes I had ever seen, was so serious, and SO interested in me reading my book. I took my headphones out and started talking to the couple, whose names are Elad and Orit. They are from Israel and Elad is studying in Oxford on a scholarship for this year. The baby´s name is Ela, and she is absolutely adorable. Everywhere I go, I find a baby, I swear. Orit and I have met up a lot for coffee, and I went to Shabbat dinner with them one night (shh I’m not Jewish). Also, we went to see Beauty and the Beast at the Oxford playhouse this week! I LOVED IT. One of my favorites.
Windsor Castle: We went for a tour here with IFSA. I am getting sick of writing so here are photos!

Boat club dinner: At the end of term, we have a boat club dinner. I have been on various crew dates before, and this is like a big one with everyone you know. A crew date is where two groups of people who have no relation go out to dinner at a restaurant that is willing to host a group of insanity. There is fining, pennying, and various shenanigans. Fining is when you stand up and say, “I fine anyone who has (insert something horrifying).” These can get bad. Pennying is where you toss or place a penny in someone’s drink and they have to down it. There are different rules, some are followed. At BCD, you sit with your boat in formal hall and listen to all the ridiculous things about other members of the boat club.

Tea Party-first week

There is a tradition at Worcester that college parents and their relatives throw their sons and daughters a “tea party.” Technically, there is no alcohol allowed, and I think that rule is actually enforced, but it is fair game after a certain time. After, we all head to the bar for the “bop,” an Oxford term for “college-wide party.” The theme is pink and black, so I naturally wore a pink wig.


To the college bar!:
One time we were meant to go to a birthday party and ended up here:
Windsor Castle:
An American Halloween:
In London:
Adventure weekend (didn’t blog about this but should have; such an amazing trip):
And to end, Miranda and Daisy. Homies for life.
Michaelmas term has ended, and now I am off to spend the next five weeks travelling. Madrid, Barcelona, Milan, Rome, Venice, Budapest, Krakow, Prague, Vienna, Geneva, Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris. So far, I’ve been in Hostel One Malasana and have met some pretty dope homies. Tim is from California and is a child actor so I’m about to stalk that.Danny is from outside of London and is on his gap year. Jack is from Australia and is also on gap year. I met their other homie but I forget his name; he is Irish. They gave me some good travel tips and told me how not to get robbed. We ate some free food and played cards, an all around good night. NEXT TERM, I promise I will  blog more. Wish me luck! I will tell you how my travels are.



I dislike exchange rates more than I enjoy chocolate.

Time October 3rd, 2012 in College Study Abroad | No Comments by



First Post (I promise the creativitiy of my titles will exponentially increase)!

Time September 6th, 2012 in College Study Abroad | 1 Comment by

Hello to everyone reading this! For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Katherine Stein, but very, very few people address me as Katherine and those who do typically are trying to be different or special. Most people call me KT, which is short for Katherine Therese. I wish that my middle name started with any of the 25 other letters because as you may have gathered, KT sounds awfully similar to Katie. While I understand the ambiguity (this is one of my favorite words, take note) of my name, it irks me when people do not take a slight pause and stress the “T” when speaking of or with me. This is an intentional segway into my first comment about heading off to Oxford: I have no clue what name I will introduce myself as. I will come back to this in the future. For the purposes of organization, and keeping myself from sprouting off into absurd tangents, I will break myself down into paragraphs!

A quick glimpse:

Disclaimer: I am very, very good at talking about myself. I think it is a talent that many have but few have mastered. Here goes.

My entire life, I have been a people person. I love talking to people, observing them, arguing with them, loving them, learning from them, teaching them, helping them, and the list goes on and on. This is probably the root of my outgoing, slightly obnoxious, and of course hilarious personality. I’m excited to try it out on the British. I have two brothers who I love more than anything in the world. My older brother, Matt, just graduated from Ranger School. Rangers lead the way! My younger brother, Tim, is a freshman soccer player at Curry College.


Oh yeah, the Oxford thing!

I am attending Worcester College, Oxford University for the entire academic year. I am not coming home at all, and want to hit up at least 20 countries on those breaks. I love:

-the beach



-golden retriever puppies




-pretending I can rap


-Minar (Indian food near Hamilton)

I dislike:

-the fact that this sounds like an Eharmony profile

-rude people at restaurants

-people who don’t say how they feel

-broken relationships


I am a junior English major and Philosophy minor at Hamilton College in Clinton, NY. If you haven’t heard of Hamilton, educate yourself. Tis a grand ol’ time. I spent my freshman year at George Washington University in the heart of Washington, DC. While I loved the city and do miss it, I could not stand GWU for many reasons. Let’s just say I knew after my third day of classes that I needed to bounce from the city. My freshman year was a stressful and confusing time in my life, and I went through periods of feeling completely lost and disconnected from myself, to intense nostalgia for previous times, to glimpses of the so-called light at the end of the tunnel, to terrible heartbreak. I look back on that time and am glad I went through it because I learned a lot about myself and have never been as happy as I am now! After a very long, tedious, and stressful process, I decided to transfer to Hamilton. If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I am constantly obsessing over improving myself, so Hamilton is the best place for me. I had a few other options, but Hamilton’s open curriculum, writing, reading, and speaking intensive attitude towards academics and activities drew me in. The school represents everything I love about myself. Our motto is “Know Thyself.” At Hamilton, I study very hard and can typically be found doing three things: Reading, writing, or laughing. However, I do a few things besides studying and laughing.

Things I do besides studying and laughing at Hamilton:

Mock Trial: I am obsessed with mockin’. My best friends at Hamilton all mock it like it’s hot. We spend an absurd amount of time together and our Chuggie’s parties can get a tad out of hand. I’ll leave it at that. Hamilton Mock Trial finished 48th in the country this year. We ROCK. Shoutout to TSR (Oxford alum!).

COOP Service: Through Hamilton’s service initiative, eight members of each incoming class are chosen to complete internships at non-profit organizations throughout the Utica area (depleting city 15 minutes away from Hamilton’s campus). I interned at the Salvation Army headquarters. Over the course of my internship, I ran the after-school program for youth to keep kids off the streets, helped to re-organize the budget, ran the red-kettle Christmas campaign, and did small everyday tasks such as serving people food at the soup kitchen and carrying food from the pantry to people’s homes. It was an absolutely incredible experience that deeply effected my future relationships with people and revealed to me the stark contrast between my life and those less fortunate than me.

Pre-Law Society: I am the Vice-President of the newly founded Pre-Law Society at Hamilton. If you couldn’t tell, I want to attend law school immediately after graduation (Stanford baby), so this position is very important to me. We are dedicated to helping prepare undergraduate students for law school and are working on an undergraduate law review!

Working out: I’ll just say it so that those who know me are reading this will be satisfied: I am obsessed with working out and eating well. I grew up playing very competitive basketball, so being healthy has always just been a part of my life. Over the past year, I have dedicated myself to working out as hard as I can and eating as well as I can every single day. I LOVE kickboxing ( Chelsea SHOUTOUT), yoga, running, the INSANITY! workout, walking my dog, walking back and forth to the fridge, swimming, etc. I LOVE to cook good food and am seriously depressed that I can’t bring my food processor overseas.

Writing tutor: This is informal, but I probably read and edit at least five of my friend’s papers a week. As I have said, I love to write, and I do so obsessively. I write five drafts of every paper. This may be a problem at Oxford as I am expected to write 30 pages every two weeks.

Therapist: People come to me with their problems. I fix them.

Music: Saving the best for last! I am a HUGE fan of music. Anyone who knows me knows that I spend the majority of my free time (that I’m not laughing) downloading and listening to music. A few Hamilton homies and I set up a blog, Tapesand808s, where we review (mostly) rap and hip-hop albums, tracks, and mixtapes. If you want a taste of my music taste, you can listen to the tape “Section80” by Kendrick Lamar (my favorite current rapper, everything he touches is gold) or the track “Pyramids” by Frank Ocean off of his recent masterpiece “Channel Orange.”

My Summer:

This summer, I worked 7 days a week for 15 weeks. It was….exhausting. But not really. I am one of those people who lives to GO, GO, GO! People thought I was crazy, I thought I was brilliant. I made SO much money that I will spend next year as I parade around Europe. My time was split well between interning at Hachette Book Group, one of the big six publishing firms in the heart of Midtown, Manhattan, and nannying in Rye, NY and Westhampton, NY.

Working on Park Ave was definitely….interesting? I’m not really sure what to call it. My desire to live and work in California slightly faded because I loved New York so much. I still studied for the LSAT on the train and spent the majority of my nights dreaming/stressing about going to Stanford Law. Anyways, the constant hustle and bustle of that huge city perfectly suited my high energy and driven spirit. It seeped into my soul the same way the sweat seeped into my pores when I, reluctantly, rode the subway.

At Hachette, I was a legal and contracts intern, which may sound boring. Oh contrare, my friends. My department was some top-notch fun. They were all SUCH homies in a big way. Andrea, my British boss, gave me some excellent tips for Oxford. I just kicked it and laughed (surprise surprise) with them most days between all the work I always had to do. I loved my days and got to take a picture of David Foster Wallace’s signature. Monday through Friday, I lived the life of a busy college intern who pretended to be grown up and living a real life when in reality I am still clueless about how the world works.

Friday night through Sunday night was a completely different story. Monday through Friday, I lived outside of NYC in Rye, NY (35 min train ride) with a fun and exciting family who I nannied for. Since the kids are in camp during the week, Amy (the Momma), told me I had the week off. Enter internship at Hachette. Come Friday night, we traveled to their amazing beach house in Westhampton. The Hamptons was a different world. The family has three boys (I KNOW). Ben is 8, Jack is 7, Sam is 4. They were a handful, let me tell you. I grew very close to them and already miss them so much. I LOVE KIDS. Facetime is a wonderful invention, Apple!

That’s about all you need to know for now. Now to get to the Oxford thing.

I have wanted to go to Oxford for a VERY long time. I just never thought I would actually be doing it! EEK! I can’t wait. I will be studying English Literature and Philosophy. I really want to row, join a few clubs, and go to many, many pubs. British wit is probably my favorite type of humor, so that will be fun(ny). I have not done much to prepare, so my travel over there should be either a really stressful disaster or a hilarious disaster. I just got home from Westhampton three days ago, and I am leaving tomorrow to visit Hamilton and my best friend in NYC for a week. I still have to get my tattoo and go to the doctor before I leave. Prepare for an entire year in England? Nah. Just see where the world takes you, KT.

For those interested, this is a blog that I have been keeping since June. It is an inspirational blog that has a lot of my favorite quotes and beautiful images. I will be keeping that blog while I keep this one, but this is where I will be writing and posting images and videos!



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