Published on the AIM Overseas Blog Website: Week 3 – An Adventure to Remember
I am typing from within a train on its three-hour trek from Stockholm to Linköping, Sweden. The English Literature Summer School Program at Exeter finished yesterday, and before heading home I decided to pop on over to Sweden to visit friends. One of the great things about the UK and Europe is the close proximity of all its countries; I would’ve been a fool to not take advantage of that. A plane ride from Heathrow to Stockholm took merely two and a half hours; I wouldn’t even be able to fly across Australia in that time. I stare out the train window at the rain that falls thick and heavy onto the glass, tiny droplets racing each other downwards to the bottom of the window. Like a typical English summer, Sweden gets a lot of rain in its warmer months, and this rain and grey sky reminds me of yesterday, of my last day in Oxford and Exeter College.
Published on the AIM Overseas Blog Website: Week 2 – Home Away from Home
It’s funny how quickly a place starts to feel like home. Two weeks into the English Literature program at Exeter and already Oxford feels like a special part of me, a home away from home. By the middle of the second week, everyone gets settled in. Those colourful tourist maps that we clutched so close and never let go during that first week have made their way into desk drawers and out of sight; every street has become easy to find and walking around the city in the midst of thousands of rushing tourists actually feels relaxing somehow, because we finally know where we’re going. Read More
Published on the AIM Overseas Blog Website: Week 1 – Welcome to Hogwarts
As soon as I arrived into Oxford on the train from London, signs of university life surrounded me. Even in the summer, when the majority of Oxford’s 22,000 students have gone home, the university remains an overwhelming part of this English city’s history, culture and attraction. Arriving a day early, I had time to wander around the city streets and enjoy the English summer sun as I explored my home for the next three weeks. Read More
‘For Paul, a new friend and courageous heart. Love Dan.’
That is what author Dan Millman wrote on the inside cover of my father’s copy of Way of the Peaceful Warrior when he met him on a cruise ship sailing around Alaska in 2008. It is now my copy of the book, one of the many possessions my father left behind when he became a Warrior himself and left this world to embark on a new beginning elsewhere. He loved this book. He read it countless times, along with all its sequels; he had the movie and its soundtrack on his phone.
I have often heard people talk about a certain moment, and read about it in books; the moment when your heart seems to stop beating, leaving a dying echo in the cavern that is your chest. The moment when you gasp and catch your breath, and forget to exhale for a little while, unaware that you have frozen in an unchanged, still spinning world. Time seems to slow, everything becomes hazy, and the minuscule clouds of dancing dust become more focused as they float between your glassy eyes and what surrounds you. Read More