Missing Winch

A strange and familiar feeling is hitting me. It's homesickness, and the reason it's strange is because technically, I am home. I suppose this is what happens when you have more than one home. When you stay in one for too long, inevitably you begin to miss the other. Unfortunately, my other home, England, is … Continue reading Missing Winch


London Day 3

The best way to know a city is to visit it alone and figure out your way around and what you like or don't like. I decided this when I went to Paris. It held true for London. My last full day of my three years in England was spent alone in this grand city. … Continue reading London Day 3