I was curious to see if Oxford celebrated Halloween. There were billboards with spooks and goblins leading me to believe there might be sweet children dressed as the Prime Minister, rugby stars, or Dr. Who walking down the street. I found a Dracula and a few witches working in my local grocery store but no
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The VC’s Garden Party
We were invited to a garden party at the home of Oxford’s Vice Chancellor. Locals refer to him as the VC, it’s a similar position as a university president. In a town comprised mostly of the University, this is a powerful post to hold. I hope you are impressed because I am. It was fortunately
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Ladies Who Lunch
I had lunch with two women today. While that may not sound remarkable, it marks a milestone in life in Oxford and should be noted on calendars worldwide. After eight weeks with only husband as a companion, an hour of comfortable laughter and conversation with women is utopia. This happened because I joined an elite
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Homesteading
At noon we received our keys to our flat at Ivydene (Ivy-Dean). Then we quickly prioritized life’s necessities to move in. We grabbed our work computers and a bottle of wine; the espresso machine would arrive that afternoon, having been ordered in anticipation a few days before. Clothes would move in over the next few
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Settling Down
We have moved into our new flat. After six weeks and twelve different addresses, we are proud proper English lettors. The marathon moving spree, stumbling around town, suitcases in tow, allowed us a chance to get to discover hidden alleys, restaurants, and gain a sense of history here, but it also brought with it some
