Last year, I spent five months living just north of London from January until May. Last year also seemed to be a particularly cold winter for the southeast of England, and my wussy Pacific Northwest manner could not cope. On one of the coldest days in… Read More
Brighton, a photo essay.
It has been a few months since I first arrived in Hatfield and I cannot believe how quickly time has gone by. Although Hatfield isn’t one of the most exciting places to spend time, fortunately London is just a short train ride away. For one… Read More
When I first arrived in Hatfield, I was truly underwhelmed by the town and its lack of personality. Instead of street markets, there is a shopping mall or a Walmart-like grocery store. Instead of independent coffee shops, there is a Costa. Truly, the town possesses… Read More
Arriving in the dreary little town of Hatfield in the middle of winter wasn’t necessarily the best way to start this stint abroad. Honestly, I couldn’t help but wonder: “Is this the right choice?” on a daily basis. Winter was here, heavy and dark. It… Read More