No matter how many towns I travel to and how many worldly wonders I witness, I realize that an old cliché still rings true – there’s no place like home.
My time abroad has been incredible so far. Traveling has exposed me to all sorts of different places, each uniquely equipped with its own culture and people, that I would have not understood otherwise. Being in many different cities has caused me think about the ones I like the most. Each place I’ve visited has its merits and flaws, but not one is more special than home.
But what is home? Is it the location where you grew up, or where the people you care about are at? Is home where the heart is, or the house your family lives in? As Mr. Healy used to say in English class, yes. I’m currently in the middle of a 6 week break from Oxford, and I took the opportunity to spend the first half of it at home sweet home.