it’s entirely possible I could be in Dublin next Bloomsday
Just a thought: I will be back in Paris within twelve months.
One of my dear friends who’s graduating from Oberlin this year just got into a master’s vocal program at the University of York, and another dear friend from Acapelicans is starting her master’s at University College London, and my friend from my poetry class last semester will be abroad in Dublin next fall and we’re going to trade weekends and pub crawl, and Jess and I are going to eat steaks together in Paris again, and I’m just getting really excited about everything.
Filling out more study abroad forms is kind of hugely scary, but I guess being scared is as good a reason as any to do something, and now that I have this plan it feels impossible to walk away from it.
the best breakfasts
our unbelievable tour guide
sunrises over the Sea of Galilee
casual cliff scaling on Mount Arbel
unprompted serious discussions
Tzvat reminding me of Venice
how the bus felt like home
tomatoes and radishes
Druze village falafel
feeling Columbia pride
making friends and plans