Addressed to the Well-to-Be

It’s been quite a while since I’ve wanted to share parts of my life with people on the internetz, even longer since the content could be described on any level as decent. But now, now, now that I’m on my way to England (am on a huge-o 777 as I type this, in fact) and am leaving just about everyone I care about at least 3500 miles away, I thought it might be good idea to provide an easily-accessible update for you folk. Yes, I mean you. (I like you the best.)

I hope to make good use of this site by updating regularly. I expect to talk about my courses and tutors, the folk in my program (nice things, don’t worry!), Oxford life, and what it’s like to spend all hours of the day reading books bigger than my head. And of course all sorts of “and how does that make you feel?” things (hi, Daddy!). I also hope to include photos, from snapshots with my not-quite-idiot-proof digital camera to photographs taken with my should-be-idiot-proof-but-I’m-a-pretty-big-idiot film camera.

So. It’s in the night-time of 25 September, a day toward which I have been counting since at least mid-March. I mean, that was when I found out I was accepted into the Sarah Lawrence College at Oxford Programme; I’ve wanted to be enrolled in this program for about two years. These past few weeks have been anxiety-provoking and exciting, to say the least. From trying to pack up my life in a couple of suitcases and a carry-on (DONE!) to saying goodbye to any number of people in New York and Los Angeles to being remarkably inept with my new/old camera, it’s not been easy to remembering to breathe, it’s been a challenge. But now I’m stepping into the next stage of it and [insert inspiring/cheesy conclusion here].

Much love,
Reensydoodles

PS Feel free to send me love, e-mails, songs, and warm socks.