I'm not the kind of person who seeks out change but when I finally do get around to it, I don't mess around. So this past year I was feeling introspective and thought "what am I doing with my life?" I had an office job that while it was dependable it wasn't exactly fulfilling or inspiring. Looking down the road all I could see was years and years of dull office work. I have a degree in history and that certainly isn't useful outside of the education field so I was either looking at a life of office work or I had to change something up. That change would be going back to school. Like I said, I don't do things in half measures so when I decided to go back to school I thought, let's go to school in England.
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But why England you may ask? Well first of all, they have great programs (or programmes) over there and they do heritage so well. There were a few universities in the US that offered it but it actually turned out that going abroad was cheaper, even with the pitiful conversation rate. Secondly, Great Britain was where my love of history and historical sites began so it seems kind of fitting to immerse myself in that again. Thirdly, I was just being selfish. Great Britain is a home to me. It's where I feel the happiest and most content and frankly I just wanted to guarantee myself a couple of years of happiness. I'll never be accused of having a sunny personality and I guarantee I'll have my fair share of crap days over there but when I'm there it just feels right; it's hard to explain.
So with certain decisions made, I started on the long journey of applying for graduate programs in England. It was a long and hard nine months. I don't want to sound hyperbolic but it's fitting that it was a nine month process cause it was probably as frustrating as a pregnancy! I think I'll save the ins and outs of the application journey for the next post but I'll give you a spoiler, it turns out with a happy ending!
Until next time :)