and I did not bring a pair of rain boots from the United States. On my first day of school, I arrived soaking wet, my hair curled with rain, and my new flats ruined.
There is a clear pattern to the transition of moving abroad and setting up life somewhere new but somehow I tend to forget that when I’m in the middle it. The stages go something like this. First, there’s the excitement and the fantasizing about what life will be like in this new p...