Expat Chronicles pt. 1

Yesterday I was taking the bus to Leeds City Centre. You know those days where everything just seems beautiful and your thoughts are filled with romanticism? It was one of those days. I was thinking how grateful I was to be in the UK and how pretty the sky was and the buildings. I remember thinking “I feel like I’ve finally got transportation down and I don’t feel like a lost American anymore. Now I can just enjoy this beautiful city.” 


As I was walking to the shopping centre where my appointment was, I came across a sign across the walkway: “you are where you’re meant to be” in pink neon lights. With my head in the clouds all morning I just had to take a picture of it. After my shopping was done I realized it was going to get dark soon. Since the bus would have take too long. I had two options: I could take an Uber home or take the train. I decided since the train was fast and cheaper than an Uber that was my best option. I got on the train and remembered the picture I had taken earlier. I decided to edit it and post it before I had to get off. I must have forgotten that it only takes about 7 minutes to get back home because next thing I knew I looked up and we were taking off from the station that was after my own…

I missed my stop by 2 stations and ended up 50 minutes outside of my town. It was cold and dark. By the time I got to the other side of the tracks of a station I had never been to before, the train going back had just passed. So, I waited there in the cold dark middle of nowhere for 30 minutes before the next train came. I’m grateful that it was only 30 minutes and I’m grateful I thought to pick up food before I got on the train. I must have looked insane sitting there eating my burrito chuckling about how hilariously ironic it was that I ended up way far away from home whilst I was busy posting a picture of a sign that said “I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”


So, a little over a year ago I decided that I wanted to go to school in England. I sat down with my mom and talked about this dream that seemed ridiculous and 100% impossible. Well, it’s been 14 months since I had that conversation with my mom. I have dreamed, planned, and saved; a global pandemic has taken over everyone’s lives and here I am sat in a flat in Northern England writing this blog post when I should really be writing my end of term report.

My life isn’t irresistibly romantic or interesting by any means. My days mostly consist of studying and maybe-if I’m feeling adventurous- a trip down to the local grocery store. However, I do want to keep in touch with my family and friends back home. I plan on perusing mini adventures once the world is on it’s way back to recovery and it is safe to do so again. Those trips will probably be documented on this platform as well but until then I will just be sharing some experiences and thoughts from my avocado toast and caffeine filled life here in England.

I miss you all back home. Loads. Homesickness is a real thing. I am also grateful to be here studying and gaining new perspectives. Also, I’m not trying to be a mommy blogger or anything but I’m just letting you all know this blog might consist of pictures of my houseplants. I am a very proud plant parent. They are my pride and joy.

Anyway, I hope you are all doing well. Here is to new adventures. Xx