This summer I had the privilege of studying abroad in Oxford, England and it was the best time of my life. I am a little sad writing this, knowing that it is all in the past, but I am so grateful for my time there and all the memories that I have to look back on.
Ever since I was a kid, I have dreamed about traveling and seeing everything I could possibly see, and this summer gave me just that. My session was six weeks long and during those weeks I went to five countries; England, Ireland, France, Belgium and the Netherlands and I couldn’t be more grateful.
While I had so much fun seeing new cities and experiencing the world, I couldn’t help but love my home base in Oxford the mos. Oxford is a small city in England, it is about an hour train ride from London, and it is one of my favorite places in the world.
The city held so much interesting history through the cobblestone streets, old libraries, and even older pubs. Despite all that, nothing about it was outdated but it held a very unique time warp. Of course, there was still a shopping mall, a McDonalds and Wendys, but there were places like O’Neil’s, our favorite pub and The White Rabbit, where we would go sit on the back patio for some pizza.
Everything about Oxford was so special. I had the privilege of staying at Trinity College in a dorm room right next to my best friends and I don’t think there was a day that I got used to walking around the beautiful college. It almost seemed too good to be true, with the grand dining hall and underground pub in the basement.
I also got to experience this amazing city with my best friends, both new and old. I somehow convinced my two friends from school to come along on the trip, and I am so grateful for them. We did pretty much everything together, from classes to catching flights to other countries. I really don’t know what I would have done without them. All three of us equally loved Oxford and had so much fun exploring the city together. I will always remember our nights out at the pub, but also our nights in all crowded around my room.
I will truly never forget this experience or ever stop talking about it. I’m sure my friends are sick of hearing my stories from my time in Oxford, but I will probably never stop telling them.