Entrance

Upon writing this, I am in a bus (or “coach”) on my way from London to Cambridge. 24 hours ago, I was sitting on my couch in Madison, Mississippi; and now I am a third of the way around the world. Half a century ago, studying abroad was filled with tales of week-long journeys across the Atlantic. Today, all I have to chronicle is a 9-hour flight from Chicago-O’Hare to London-Heathrow. I seem to have avoided the curse of jet-lag, seeing as it’s currently 12:48pm and I haven’t dozed yet since the plane ride. Perhaps it’s just the excitement of seeing the rolling tree lines from this non-Velveeta cheese charter bus, but I’m feeling quite awake. I wish I could say the same for my seatmate…