Why I Miss Cambridge, But Should Wait to Go Back

I find myself really missing Cambridge. Anyone who is my friend on Facebook could easily attest to that. My cover photo is the famous panorama of King's College along the river. My profile picture was taken at a May Week garden party and is pretty Cambridge-esque, complete with garden party dress and umbrella. I've posted statuses about missing Cambridge and shared links related to the city/school. And one of the first things I did once in DC was to join the Cambridge alumni society (although, regardless of my missing Cambridge, it was an great decision).

 

Yes, Cambridge is gorgeous. Yes, I made amazing friends there. Yes, I discovered new things about myself and grew into the person I am today. But I was only there a year, should it really mean so much to me? It seems natural to be nostalgic for my first time living in England (first time even seeing Europe). But it's more than that.

For me, my Cambridge year was exactly what I needed at the exactly right moment in my life. It was a time of exploration and coming out of my shell. It was a time of making friends, opening up, and enjoying life. Cambridge and, more specifically, my college of choice, provided me with a welcoming, safe, and fun environment to grow and learn. I was in a new country, on my own, paying rent for the first time, functioning with no one to hold my hand, and yet, I felt completely at home.

My college, Clare Hall, is the smallest Cambridge college. It was tiny, grad only, and informal. I quickly knew everyone there,  making it easy for me to attend college events and parties (something that would normally make me anxious became a pleasure--I even danced!). The environment made me unafraid to be myself, intelligence, awkwardness, and all. I was accepted for me and fit in immediately. On top of it all, the house I was living in was perfect. And I do not say that lightly. I have had not-so-great living situations in the past, so the idea of sharing a house and kitchen with 14 or so other people was daunting. But, somehow, all of us got along amazingly. We had house dinners and parties, chatted in the kitchen, and genuinely cared about each other.

Leslie Barnett House, Clare Hall

Taken on its own, it's no surprise that I loved my year at Cambridge. But, it held an added significance for me. I absolutely needed a year like that, a year where one of my primary complaints was getting up at 6 am to go rowing on the Cam. There were difficulties, of course. For example, the adjustment to a British Master's program was not easy coming from a tiny American undergrad. But all-in-all, it was an easy year emotionally. And the problems that I did have were quickly soothed by wonderful housemates and friends. After the emotionally draining year (I won't get into the reasons) that I had had previously, only this ideal year abroad could have helped me truly begin to heal.

Rowing doesn't stop for snow!

After leaving Cambridge, rather reluctantly I must add (staying a whole two months after my dissertation was finished), I made a(nother) huge life change. I up and moved to DC for the post-grad job search. These past few months have been filled with uncertainty and difficulties. I have struggled and been disappointed. But I have also been interning and working to make a life for myself--friends, social activities, an apartment. I am proud of myself for staying active, keeping my spirits high, and moving forward. I am becoming a stronger person for it.

So, what does my current situation have to do with returning to Cambridge? Well, it's natural that I would want to return to the safety and comfort that my year at Cambridge provided me when my current situation is so stressful. But, while the first time around Cambridge provided the healing and revitalization that I absolutely needed, returning now would instead be like running away from my problems.

Going back to Cambridge won't bring back my "Cambridge year" and all that it was for me. It won't  make my new struggles disappear. I need to stay in DC for a while and figure things out here. I am confident that I can. Once I have, then I can visit Cambridge. I can go there a stronger, more self-confident individual. I will be able to appreciate Cambridge for what it was for me in the past while enjoying it for what it still is, without trying to go back to a time and feeling that can not, and should not, be replicated.

With all that said, however, I can not promise that my Facebook will become less Cambridge-focused any time soon. Sorry, but, above reasoning aside, I still really do miss Cambridge. ;)

Stonehenge and Bath

July 2012

This trip doesn't really count as solitary travel, even if it did start that way. Due to the location of Stonehenge, right by a highway without access other than by road, I decided it'd be simpler to take a tour, especially since there is one that leaves from Cambridge. It ended up being a great option for this particular trip. The tour guide knew a ton of interesting things about Stonehenge (and was much more enjoyable to listen to than the audio tour) and about Bath. Also, I ended up making a travel buddy along the way... so one less solitary journey. ;)

Honestly, when our tour guide began telling us the theories about how Stonehenge was made, my first impression was that these people were absolutely crazy. I mean, they used several types of stone all found in different location, the furthest ones were transported 240 km while the largest stones, although closer, weighed up to 40 tons and probably took 200 plus people dragging (the wheel hadn't reached England yet), maybe on logs, over 12 days to move them to their new location. And that's just because they insisted on using these particular stones found in very specific locations. And that's only the part of the story where they moved the massive stones. The actual construction of Stonehenge only adds to the insanity of the lengths these ancient people went through to create what, a glorified calendar? (Stonehenge lovers, don't freak, my opinion does change)

As archeological evidence from the capital-sized city the creators of Stonehenge probably lived in shows, the people quite easily made a just as useful calendar out of logs in the center of town. Our tour guide described the likely scenario for the actual use of Stonehenge. In addition to being a spiritual temple type site, with its special stone that glitters once a year when the sunrise hits it exactly on the summer solstice, and perhaps believed to have healing or other mystical qualities, it was likely a massive graveyard, the resting place for the ashes of the people of the city, scattered at Stonehenge once a year in a ceremony during the winter solstice. Stonehenge was well removed from the city, likely due both to its significance and its use as a place for the dead, while the wooden, living, version was in the center of daily city life.

It seems like so much effort to go through for a calendar. Of course, it was much more than that to the people who built it, but still.... an awful lot of trouble. But, on the other hand, it represents a lot more. I mean, I still am in a bit of shock that people would go through such lengths to create something like this, but maybe I shouldn't be. Maybe, instead, I should be angry that people, as a collective, don't still think such endeavors are worthwhile. It was an incredibly feat of effort and ingenuity and an amazing display of belief and passion. (To be fair, we don't know how the actual labors were treated, but with the large proportion of people needed to move the stones in relation to the number of people who likely lived in the city, I'd like to think there was more of a communal aspect to this project than to many of history's other great architectural achievements.)

As to my impressions of Stonehenge itself, it really is incredible. You can't help but appreciate the significance of the place. I can understand the spiritual connection many feel there. Of course, it was raining. It was also absolutely freezing (in July!) and I was definitely not wearing enough layers. But, the weather only seemed to add to the effect of the atmosphere. It was mysterious and a bit mystical. I know it was originally meant as a calendar requiring the sun to work effectively, but I really couldn't imagine Stonehenge any other way. The gloom just fit.

The lands around Stonehenge were really pretty, with large grassy hills and fields full of flowers. On a nicer day I would have loved to explore. But, as it was, I was more than happy to get back on the bus and head to Bath. (Luckily, it was a bit warmer and the rain had mostly stopped.)

I didn't know what Bath looked like before going there and I was really curious as to why everyone told me it was a must-see location. I did not have to wait long for that answer. Upon approaching you could see mountains covered in houses, it was breathtaking. I definitely would not mind living in one of those houses!
Once into the city we saw lines of buildings all looking quite similar and made from the same Bath stone (both due to city laws). This gave the whole place a charming feel, transporting you back to the Georgian era, the era of Jane Austen. (I really should read Northanger Abbey, a satire of Bath society Austen wrote while living there)

   Everything in Bath had a sense of continuity, simultaneously giving the place a feel of grandness (I mean, imagine if the lines of houses were all one) and smallness (there was a sameness that gave things a familiar feel, as if you really weren't going far). And absolutely everything was inspired by the Roman empire, from the columns on the houses, to the Colosseum shaped ring of houses called The Circus, to the bridge taken from unwanted Italian blueprints,... Rome was clearly the prevalent theme.

Roman Baths and Bath Abbey

I enjoyed strolling around the city. It was quaint and relaxing. While looking down side streets filled with little shops and pubs you could often still catch a glimpse of the house-strewn hills in the distance. I absolutely love it. I also joined my tour group for a quick tour of the sites a bit further from the city center. These were the famous rows of houses, The Circus and the Royal Crescent.

The buildings were amazing, yes, but living there... I don't know. It costs millions of pounds to live one of these places and while the view is nice and the prestige of living in a famous location might be nice, think of the restrictions! You can't remodel or alter the architecture in any way, you can't post signs and such (one hotel had to plant a tree to let guests know where it was because signage is not allowed). On top of it all, you have tourists constantly outside, taking pictures, likely including you every once and a while, making noise, and just generally gawking at your place of residence. I'm not really sure it would be worth it....

On that note,... I had a great trip to Stonehenge and Bath and would definitely recommend. The tour was well suited for this particular trip. The experience in both locations were definitely enhanced by the knowledge of a tour guide. I would love to go back to Bath and perhaps, weather permitting, explore the surrounding countryside.

Solitary Travels: King's Lynn

July 2012

With my dissertation handed in and my friends either heading home or still working on research I decided to take some day trips. So, I began with Kings Lynn. Only a 1 hour train ride outside of Cambridge it made for a good introduction into solitary traveling. Equipped with a book (my first Agatha Christie novel actually) and an umbrella (this is England after all) I headed out.

By now I have the trains pretty figured out so that wasn't a problem. When I reached my destination, however, I realized I really hadn't done any research or planning. A website had suggested Kings Lynn as a nice day trip from Cambridge and I had purchased my train ticket in advance. But, beyond that, I had nothing figured out. I didn't know what sites to see, if there were any well known restaurants or any interesting historical facts. I didn't even know that King's Lynn is a port city in Norfolk county (pretty bad, I know).

There's nothing wrong with going someplace without a plan. Doing it when you're on your own, however, can cause some difficulties, as I did find out. But, ultimately wandering served me well. Although, I did end up with a map of King's Lynn and key attractions after I found the tourist information center.

Upon first arriving in King's Lynn and making my way to the city centre, I was immediately disappointed. It was just a big shopping area. I made my way to the Tuesday Market and was again disappointed. There was little variety in the stalls set up and very little personality. The feel of the place was just like going to a strip mall or something. Big and boring. The shopping area was literally just shops with a few scattered benches. It really made me appreciate the Cambridge city centre with it's pubs and colleges and colorful daily market interspersed among the shops. It has an identity, whereas the King's Lynn shopping area could have been anywhere.

I was pretty ready to give up but I knew I should give the place a chance so I followed some signs and walked around. It was when I got out of the shopping centre with its crowds of people and clothing sales that I actually saw King's Lynn. 

I walked out of town through a street lined on both sides with old brick buildings. Turning the corner I was suddenly at a church- King's Lynn Minster. Just beyond it was the South Quay (quay = wharf) along the River Great Ouse. As I said before, I hadn't known King's Lynn was a maritime city so finding the wharf was definitely a pleasant surprise. Later in the day I made me way back there to read on a bench with a great view of the river. The cool breeze made it a great spot to relax. 

As I continued exploring the trend seemed to be old stone buildings and structures. In a small garden were the remnants of a friary built in the 13th century.

Near the Greyfriars Tower was the local library. Libraries are everywhere so you wouldn't expect this to be anything special but, true to form, this too was a beautiful stone. I would love to go read in a library like that!

Within a huge park, filled with people chatting and taking strolls, there was a Gothihc style church and a 15th century Chapel. Outside of the chapel, which honestly looked more like a fort, I was stopped by a Jesuit trying to promote creationism. That led to an interesting conversation, to say the least. I think I managed to hold my own, although I'm sure neither of us walked away with altered views.

My favorite place is not something that would be found on any tourist map. It's someplace I just happened upon. I found an old church. I know I've already mentioned quite a few old churches, but this one was different. The church was clearly still in use and was surrounded by a small cemetery. I've always loved churches with the cemeteries right around them. The headstones are not in straight lines or all the same shape like huge cemeteries are today. They're personalized and become part of the landscape of the church, where people continue to worship. I've always been a little drawn to that type of cemetery. What made me like this one even more, however, was its location. This church was right in the middle of lines of apartment buildings. People were cycling home, going for walks with their pets, drying clothes outside their windows... they were living their lives, all with this cemetery right next to them. It was actually rather beautiful to see.

Overall, I really enjoyed King's Lynn. I'm definitely glad I didn't give up upon first entering the city centre. I would have missed out on a lot of interesting sites! With the success of this first solitary day trip I'm sure more will follow shortly.

Alligators and Cyclists Together in the Everglades

Living someplace does not mean knowing it—especially someplace as large and dynamic as Florida. It has beaches, Disney and NASA. It’s populated by immigrants, New Yorkers, retirees, the Seminole Tribe, and me. It is known (embarrassingly) for problems in past election polling and also as the only state where you travel north to get to “The South.” And, of course, it’s known as the home of the Everglades, the one-of-a-kind ecosystem that used to cover most of the state, that is, until it was drained to turn Florida into a winter haven for northerners.

But the Everglades are not gone entirely. These Florida wetlands are still teaming with life. Of course, I learned about its preservation in school. Every South Floridian child can tell you about the alien species threatening the Everglades and refer to horrifying photos of non-native pythons swallowing alligators whole and then dying from the exertion—their eyes definitely bigger than their stomachs. But I didn’t go on the middle-school field trip to the Everglades. I have never been on an air boat tour through the swampy waters. And, despite not living all that far from neighborhoods where lost gators wander into backyard pools, I had never seen an alligator up close outside of captivity.

When I was home for Christmas, this finally changed. I went on a 15 mile bike ride through the Everglades, a feat my Cambridge cycling had thankfully prepared me for. Winter in Florida still meant heading out early to avoid the mid-afternoon heat, wearing short sleeves, and applying sunscreen—a big change from the cold and overcast skies of England I had just left. With camera in hand and bicycles ready, we headed out.

Immediately you’re struck by the grace and beauty of the various birds—I couldn’t name them but the bird watchers seemed happy. And then there’s the landscape. It’s much different from a lake or a forest. The colors are warmer, with the sun coating everything. There are trees, but the dominant view is that of tall grass. IT might be mistaken for African grasslands with Lions instead of gators hiding in the brush—except here the grass was coming out of a water, and water makes all the difference.

Once further along the bike path we started to spot alligators resting by the side of the road, soaking in the sun. We stopped for photos, daring ourselves to step closer, the gators’ closed eyes giving us an extra (and likely unwise) boost of confidence—that is, until one of the alligators flinched. We also periodically spotted baby alligators hidden a bit more by the growth. And, of course this led to the important question, “where’s your Mommy?”

With a break after 7 miles to climb the lookout tower and rest while admiring the bird’s eye view of the Everglades, spotting a few gators from a safer distance, a showy bird strutting his stuff to my mother’s commentary, and gorgeous white birds flying above our heads as our bicycles disturbed their solitary walks, we finished our trip satisfied with all we had seen. 

The Everglades make up an amazing and diverse landscape in my home state that I am only now starting to fully appreciate. I definitely suggest a trip—cycling if you can. But remember, don’t feed the alligators!

Cambridge- Life in a University Town

I’ve been in Cambridge for a while now and my first impression hasn’t changed that much, although my appreciation and love for Cambridge has grown deeper. It is a beautiful but odd place. When you get further out from the university area, Cambridge is like any other small city, full of stores and houses, nothing that unique.

But the Cambridge I know is full of students and tourists, which of course really affects the feel of a place. I can’t walk in the city centre for five minutes without inadvertently winding up in the backdrop of someone’s photograph. The buildings are more than twice as old as the United States and are absolutely breathtaking, especially the ones along the river Cam. The bridges, buildings, punting on the River, the endless bicycles—it all makes me feel like I’m coming from another time. Especially when compared to the mere decades old US suburbia I’m used to.

I haven’t seen much else of England other than Cambridge, but I’m sure it is not representative, especially being here as a student. For me, it’s very much a university experience. Courses and my college activities dominate my life. And, as a grad student, those I interact with are from all over the world. But the traditions and feel here is unique—except maybe for “that other university” (Oxford).

It’s strange, though. In some ways Cambridge is classic England. The buildings, the gowns, and the hallowed halls where Isaac Newton, Francis Bacon, Charles Darwin, John Maynard Keynes, Lord Byron, and Stephen Hawking all studied. (Of course, other graduates such as Stephen Fry, Emma Thompson, and the fictional but beloved Mr. Darcy should not be overlooked) It all just seems so British. Granted, I’m American, so I could be completely wrong, but there seems to be such a strong tie between Oxbridge and the English identity, the number of tourists only serves as further support. 

For me, Cambridge has become home. It’s full of friends and fun, and even a little magic. I mean, we have college colors and wear gowns (cap and gown type gowns, not dresses). We eat formal dinners in grand halls with the fellows sitting at a high table. It’s all, so very Hogwarts. (This is of course my inner nerd talking and is also being said for the benefit of my Harry Potter loving friends back home!) I can’t wait to see what next term brings!