And I didn’t just stumble a little or wobble – I wiped out, bit it hard core, crashed suddenly in slow motion on the sidewalk (aka “pavement” in English talk) on a busy and main road called Cowley, which is full of experienced cyclists that were passing me up and speeding to work or school as if they had been born riding a bicycle in city traffic. I don’t know which part was more embarrassing… The fact I learned to ride a bike at age 5 and have been hopping curbs probably since age…

I’ve always wanted an excuse to blog. While I struggled with the idea of publicly processing my day or overconfidently assuming innocent internet browsers would care enough to actually read a sentence or two, I secretly believed my life was interesting enough to write about. Maybe not novel-worthy, maybe not newspaper-article-worthy and maybe not even reality-T.V.-show worthy but at least blog-worthy, right? “Right,” I decided, and so I began this blog. My blog-worthy reasons: I just moved from the United States to England to attend graduate school and…