At the
mere age of eighteen, the prospect of doing a year abroad as part of my degree
seemed extremely desirable. Having grown up in North Wales, I longed to escape
the monotony of rural life. As much as I loved the sea breeze of my coastal
home, it was time for a breath of fresh air. Whilst London offered everything
but literal fresh air, it seemed to be the perfect place to start afresh. Ever
since I had encountered the city in Michael Bond’s stories about the
marmalade-loving bear (Paddington), I longed to live in The Big Smoke. With no
hesitation, I accepted an offer to study a four year course at King’s College
London with a compulsory third year abroad. How exciting! But little did I know
that the next four years of my life would challenge me in every possible way,
and that the year abroad would be the pinnacle of it all.
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