Elizabeth Masi '13

Where.do.i.begin?! It’s been an absolute whirlwind since I flew out on my red-eye Friday night. Before I delve into anything, small tip: weigh your luggage before you go. My dad apparently thinks he has the keen ability to lift a bag and magically estimate the weight. So he thought I was totally in the clear. Not so much. Save yourself the stressful, panicked process of ripping open your suitcases to re-distribute weight. Please.

Onto the good stuff. So I flew over with one of my closest friends from high school, Emily, and thank God we did. We were each other’s support system which was much-needed and really calmed my fears. When we arrived, her friend from Georgetown, Shea, was such a gent and not only paid the 22 plus pounds to meet us at the airport but then completely took over and carried my luggage for the rest of the journey (since I’m on surgeon’s orders to not lift anything over 20 pounds. And my mom’s orders – nothing over an ounce.) So his help was greatly appreciated!

When we hopped off the bus, we were dropped into a major street in the city of Oxford, High Street, which is gorgeous beyond words. It has amazing shopping, restaurants, coffee shops and the Bodleian Library is right off of it.  We trecked to Mansfield College to stop at the porter’s lodge for my keys (passing by a lovely porter at Harris Manchester College who informed me that I was in fact at the totally wrong place). And from there it was a blur. I ran around Oxford with Emily and Shea trying to get as much essentials for my room as possible, including pillows, bedding, mattress covers, a hamper, a blow dryer, body wash, soap, lotion, ET CETERA. The list goes on (but I can say that it’s now almost completed! Hurray!) My feet are officially torn apart and my legs are consistently aching – my dorm (‘Dale’) is 15-20 minutes from Mansfield and about 30-35 from the main area of errand shopping. But I’m not complaining; some live another 20ish minutes from me at Dale! Yikes.

My room is pretty much all set up now. I love my bedding, and it’s starting to really feel like home. All in all, things are really falling into place. I figured out my pay-as-you-go sim card plan on my Blackberry so I can still BBM (free text) loved ones from home, including my mom. I purchased a Skype phone number and got credit so I can all mobile and landlines in the US unlimited each month. I’m truly content.

Besides the errands, it’s been a lot of meet and greets, orientation activities, pub and club events with the ‘freshers’ (the visiting students share orientation week with the arriving college freshmen). And it’s all been an absolute blast. Not to say it hasn’t been exhausting and definitely overwhelming. But I already feel like I’ve made some solid friends and I can’t help but melt every time a clerk in a shop calls me ‘love’ and ‘lovely’ or when 2nd year orientation leader (called “college parents”) spends the time to get to know me. And the culture here is just incredible. Everyone seems so friendly and boisterous and while I can’t make huge generalizations and I’m sure there will be exceptions, I’m so happy with the wonderful reception I’ve recieved so far.

I’m going to nab the opportunity to nap (getting 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night doesn’t quite make the cut) so I’ll leave this here. I will be posting pictures soon! And I will just say; there are truly no words to describe the absolute magic of this city. I feel like I’m living out of a storybook. I can’t believe I get to call this place home for a year. I’d say I’m a pretty lucky girl. ‘Till next time!

The time is finally here! I’m leaving tonight to cross the pond. Right now I’m running around my mess of a room to try and find everything I need as well as making the final packing adjustments. But soon I’ll be sealing everything shut and piling into the car with my parents, headed to JFK.

The dogs seem to know I’m leaving- Elwood, my oldest pup (just turned 11!) sat by me the other day as I packed my large suitcase in the spare room for hours. One of my other pooches, Cole, even curled up on a shirt on the floor I was going to pack as if to say “Don’t gooooo.” It’s heartbreaking, but luckily I’m coming home for two weeks this Christmas so it’s not ‘so long’ for good. It’ll be emotional when I leave, and I can’t bear the thought of watching my parents walk away at the airport. But having Emily there will help and I just keep thinking of everything that’s waiting for me in England. 🙂

A million little things are beckoning me right now, so I’m off.  Next time I post, I’ll be in the UK. (I can’t believe I’m actually saying that!) Fingers Crossed!

So things are getting hectic around here considering I have 4 days left at home. We’re talkin’ racing to get the flu shot, scouring Bed, Bath & Beyond for adapters and converters (two totally different things… who knew?!), printing and organizing endless important documents into one of those file expanders, calling up and trying to figure out the UK health system (i.e. who’s gonna give me my monthly allergy shots? anyone?), stuffing winter coats and fleeces into space bags (ok, that was fun), ordering UK chargers, buying this and that and this anddd the list never (literally, never) ends.

Everything feels stressful nowadays. Like: buying socks at Target. I sat in the sock aisle for possibly a solid 7 minutes as I stared at their sock options… ankle socks, “no-show” socks, athletic socks… and how many pairs to purchase?! I mean this stuff now consumes my life (I’ve been at home for over 4 months. Enough said). I ended up buying 12 pairs. Too much? Too little? Just right? This is when my mother lovingly reminded me that there are, in fact, stores in England.

But the hustle and bustle is getting me so excited. I found out a few days ago that I’ll officially be living in the Ablethorpe building, which is called “Dale” around campus. Dale was my first choice when I requested it in early June. There was an option to live in a duplex or a shared house, but they were both 30 minute walks from campus and living in bigger digs didn’t seem to outweigh the idea of having a 15 minute walk and living with Mansfield students and other JYAs. And apparently the location is stellar. I can’t wait.

And there was even more good news –  I heard from my first Oxford tutor (AH!!) and 1. she sounds awesome and nice (although I’ve been warned she’s really hard), 2. she agreed to teach me even though I’m at Mansfield (she’s at St. Catherine’s), 3. alllll because I requested studying my favorite author, Vladimir Nabokov. SO.COOL. That means I get a one-on-one tutorial centered on the single most incredible writer with this woman who is willing to do it. I mean, really, it doesn’t get much better than that. She sent me a reading list with what we’ll be covering and it’s definitely daunting– about 13 of his major works in an 8 week period. Ouch. BUT, studying something I’m really passionate about is why I applied to Oxford in the first place so I feel like I’m already getting a taste of all that’s waiting for me. I’m beyond lucky.

Well, I’m gonna go pack (considering all I have in my suitcase are two filled space bags). Since I found out there aren’t any Dunkin Donuts in England (not okay) I’m going to be enjoying my pumpkin lattes every day until 7:30 PM flight on Friday. Gotta savor the little things, right?

The countdown has begun.

Ok, that’s a lie. The countdown’s practically been in place for almost a year. But still. Leaving for Mansfield College at Oxford on my September 30th red-eye is coming quick. Add the mounting to-do list, the empty suitcases and piles of scattered clothes in the spare room, plus the freshly stamped Visa in my passport …. Yep, I’d say this is getting prettttty real. Right now, there’s a whole mix of emotions. Watching the first two weeks of Holy Cross pass by without me there was not easy. I just visited the hill for the weekend and had to say goodbye to a bunch of people—some of them, I might add, I’ll probably never see again– WHAT?! It’s crazy. Some of my closest friends are sharing a six-man together in Carlin that was so wonderful I wanted to curl up on their futon and never leave. Mount St. James is the absolute best during Fall too. Killer.

Not to mention there’s a years worth of packing to do and only 12 days left to smother my three beloved dogs with affection. But I’m choosing not dwell on all of these details. Instead, I’m focusing my energy on the majority of what I’m feeling— excitement. And the word “excitement” doesn’t even do it justice. Just a little over a week ago, I underwent surgery to get my gall bladder removed (let’s just say that useless organ gave me way too many issues). At first I was miserable– the recovery is far from painless. Then my surgeon informed me: 1. I can’t do heavy lifting until mid-October (that means being a dependent brat making everyone carry my luggage when I arrive. Blegh.) And 2. I can’t row crew or do any sport-intensive exercise until mid-November. That slashed my dreams of joining club crew once I got there.

BUT, I’m remaining super positive. The surgery is all over, I’m basically recovered, and now I can rest assured I won’t have to deal with any of that in the UK (well, fingers crossed). And I’ve been told that I’ll be welcome to join crew at any time. I always have to remind myself– it’ll all work out. Plus, I can’t help but feel lucky; one of my good friends from high school, Emily, is going to Pembroke College at Oxford through Georgetown. We scheduled our flight together and everything. Next year is all about testing myself and really putting myself outside of my comfort zone. But having a friend of six years to experience this all with me makes me a pretty blessed gal.

Oh and I was introduced to a senior at HC over the weekend who went to Oxford last year and she got me so giddy about the whole thing. She even drew me a map from memory of the area around the building I’ll hopefully be living in. She outlined “Moo Moos” and “Ben’s Cookie’s” as necessary pitstops. And by that, I mean most likely multiple, multiple pitstops. So yeah excitement? Doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Tuesday to Thursday of this week I’ll be escaping to Nantucket for some mommy-daughter bonding time before I go off. These next 12 days, I’m going to enjoy every last second I have with the people (and fluffballs) I love. And then I’ll be departing for  the journey of a lifetime… Unreal.

P.S. These will fit my life. All I got to pack everything I need for a year. (Alright, I’m also bringing a huge rolling duffle).