Studying Abroad: (Suddenly) No Longer a Tourist

A boy, ~9 and dressed in a navy suit (a typical uniform, it seems, in Edinburgh,) gestured at me through the iron gate of his schoolyard.  Face pressed against the mesh between the slats, he asked if I could toss him a toy (presumably thrown) in the middle of the sidewalk.  I picked it up and delivered it over the fence, he thanked me in a perfect, adorable Scottish accent, and...
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On My Way

After hours spent planning and packing, dozens of lists scrawled on scraps of paper, and piles that took over my room in an attempt at organisation, I was finally on my way. Sitting on the tarmac of Sydney’s Kingsford-Smith Airport, I pulled out my iPod only to discover a slight oversight; in the early hours of that morning, I had decided I should update my iPod’s software befo...
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