As long as I live there are a few things I will never forget. I will never forget the day I met my husband or the day my children looked into my eyes and knew who I was. The first time my husband left for war was the worse. And I will never forget the first time I saw Paris. Never.
On a whim, I entered an essay contest in my final year of college to attend the University Oxford. And I won. Initially, I thought having Oxford on my resume would open doors to me upon graduation. While I’m sure it didn’t hurt, the doors it opened weren’t necessarily career oriented.
My Roman Holiday: Why You Should Always Apply to Study Abroad In the spotlight for the past 3000 years, Rome, Roma, also known as the Eternal City, is a lively city with reminders of its past around every corner. You …