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Halloween, All Saints’ Day and a Trip to the Cemetery

Growing up, Halloween was an excuse for a big party. We were never allowed to go Trick or Treating and, although it felt like a punishment at the time, I now understand why my parents didn’t want us doing it. That’s not to say we didn’t have fun. We would dress up every year, my Read More

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My Blogging and Language Journey: What My First Negative Comment Taught Me

It was just a “puff piece” apparently, written for a piece of software. Having learned three foreign languages, my own methods were wrong and the best way to learn a new language was just to immerse yourself in the culture. This was a comment on one of my very first blog posts that I had Read More

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6 Ways to Make Friends Abroad

I still remember, to this day, standing in my garden in Wales with my dad, about to embark on my first solo stint abroad. We were feeding the fish in the pond, watching them swim round and round, when I opened up to him about my fears about moving abroad. My key fear? Meeting people. Read More

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Why You Need to Stop Apologising for Your Imperfect Language

Oh, this is terrible! I haven’t written anything in two months. So many things have happened recently that I want to write about, including visiting castles and watching Easter parades, and I hope that I will be able to do it. I actually have a whole list of half-finished drafts on my page. Life and Read More

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How Not to Contact People on the Internet

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I am a sporadic user of Couchsurfing.org. I truly think the website is a fantastic idea but I am not very good at checking up on it. In fact, I recently downloaded the app onto my phone in the hopes of getting myself a bit more involved. So Read More

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An Open Letter to the Girl who Ran Away: A Moving Abroad Cautionary Tale

You arrived in January, steamrolling your way into our life, full of excitement but lacking experience. You thought this was going to be a working holiday, but it was not to be. I’ve called you a girl in the title because, at 25 years of age, you still aren’t able to fend for yourself. Others Read More