2 years ago, I left the city in which I had been born and raised for 17 years to cross the US and begin anew in Worcester, Massachusetts. 2 years of fun, friends, and establishing a second home flew by, and halfway through my sophomore year, the allure of once again leaving what I know behind to rebuild began to call my name. Having successfully gone over 3,000 (3,006.5) miles from my first home, the next logical step was to go over 3,000 (3303.2) miles from my second home. That was 8 months ago, and now with my departure date fast approaching, I am counting down the days: 4 more to go. I wouldn’t say I’m nervous about anything, aside from affording life in central London and navigating the Icelandic airport in an hour during my layover. Also packing… fitting a little more than 9 months and 4 seasons’ worth of clothes and shoes and general stuff into 3 suitcases and a backpack is not the easiest thing I’ve ever done. But it is done, now, and I’ll have to survive with whatever I’ve forgotten (I’m sure there’s something).

I have some ideas of how I want the year to go, and some goals that I hope I will accomplish, but as it is with anything I’m sure these ideas and goals will change and reshape themselves constantly, likely even weekly. Should you choose to follow this blog, you will be kept up-to-date (more or less) on my successes, failures, and adventures in London, greater Europe and my kitchen. I’ll keep you posted.