Wow, has it really been two years since I started my first blog, "A Year In Grenoble?" Shocking how fast time flies.
After returning from France in June 2006, I spent a lovely summer at home before returning to Arizona State for my senior year. I had a glorious final year in Tempe, attended every football game, soaked up as much sun as I could and managed to send off several graduate school applications during an otherwise sleepy winter break. Responses trickled back in spring 2007 and I had every intention of going to the University of Chicago. I finished up my honors thesis just in time to graduate and headed back to Indiana for another peaceful summer (though this one was fraught with disturbing phenomena: several weddings of friends... my age!). I worked occasionally, traveled to Phoenix to visit friends, labored wearily in New York and relaxed for two weeks with old friends in France and Corsica.
But my tranquil summer was disturbed one mid-July morning as I checked my e-mail. The University of Cambridge had also decided to offer me admission. This presented a bit of a dilemma and I waffled between the two UC's until ultimately settling on... Cambridge. For reasons economic, social and purely selfish, I decided that I would be more likely to have a more enjoyable, fruitful and overall better experience in the UK.
Visa application submitted to the British General Consulate: check.
Graduate residence accommodation deposit wired to St Catharine's, my college: check.
I'm buying my plane ticket in the next 36 hours. Now if only the pound weren't twice as strong as the dollar...
