chronicles

After travelling solo and living out of suitcases for a week through London and Oxford, I finally have my clothing on hangers here in Cambridge. After visiting some friends at English universities, I can finally call one of them my home.

So far, I love it. I could live here forever, biking along these narrow streets on sunny days such as today (though I’m told the sunny is a fluke— whatever, losers.)

But I’ve been listening to the songs Some Constellation and HEERS (by the one and only hometown sensation makin’ it big around the world Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin) on repeat. I wonder if my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

Stories to come on InTransit, too, friends. I’ll try to tone down the cursing, as apparently it makes my mother sad. And after moving thousands of miles away, that’s the last thing I want to do.

Cheers.