All good things must come to an end, and today marks my last day of living in Oxford. I cannot believe I have been here for six weeks; it is the ultimate paradox of time, for it feels like I just got here yesterday and at the same time feels like I have been here for ages. I’ve been tempted by the thrill of calling myself an Oxford student and now I must begrudgingly remind myself that I am not.

Oxford has been such an inviting home these past weeks, I am very reluctant to leave it. Now that I am leaving, I thought I would share some images of my home here in Lincoln College.

Right in the heart of the city, Lincoln College is one Oxford’s smaller and older colleges, founded in 1427. Most of the architecture is more recent than that, however. The only American equivalent I can pick for an Oxford college is that of a college dorm at home. However, as a student you live in your Oxford college all four years, dine there in the dining hall, and even have private meetings with your tutors within your college.

These beautiful front quads greeted me every day I went outside of the college. Even if I didn’t leave the premise (which was a common occurrence, with all the papers I had to write) I still could walk out of my room every day and admire the beautiful place in which I was living.

Tomorrow will be the last morning that I step outside the great door and onto Turl Street, and while it makes me sad to leave, I have so many other things I’ve yet to see on this incredible journey.

Goodbye Oxford, I will miss you!

Next stop? I think I hear Paris calling my name off in the east…..