Once upon a time… a guy graduated from college. He spent the summer working with gifted high school students and loved it. He substitute taught for a semester and did not love it. Then, he moved to the British countryside and lived in a fairy tale castle, but the clock ran out, and he turned… Read More The Next Chapter
Part III It’s been over a month since I bounced back to real life in the U.S. It feels good, but I do miss the place I grew to love—a mansion that’s still shining over the fields of Grantham, England. My final days there were a blur—their minutes ticking away until my life at Harlaxton… Read More Missing the Manor
You can’t live in a different country for half a year and not assimilate into its culture somehow. This is how an American went British… sort of.… Read More Going British
For six months, I have lived and worked in a daydream. In a fairy tale of a place in the English midlands. In a mansion filled with unique souls, coming and going as they experience what the world has to offer. And with them, I have tasted a sweet piece of the world as well.… Read More Cheerio
When I accepted my position with Harlaxton over a year ago, one of my friends skipped the congratulations and immediately said he was coming to see me while I worked here. A couple of months later, two more from the same friend group said they were following suit. At the time, I really didn’t believe… Read More Four Hands
I am living and working in a storybook of a place, but what is my life really like at Harlaxton Manor? This is it.… Read More My Life at Harlaxton
A rare snowstorm blew in from the east as Europe became white, but the castle I currently get to call home became Narnia. … Read More The Chronicles of Narnia: The Beast From the East
Inspired by a life-fulfilling stroll, courtesy of Llandudno, Wales.… Read More An Ode to Wales
The first time I stepped foot on foreign soil was in 2014. I was about to board a ship in Southampton to begin Semester at Sea. I got off the plane and became completely senseless when I found myself in Heathrow Airport, which is pretty much larger than my hometown. I spent the next few days in… Read More The Same London, the Different Traveler
As beautiful as a 19th century British manor house is, it can be eerie at night… especially if you’re there completely alone. And I was. Completely alone. I moved in two days before the cooking, cleaning, maintenance, and office staff arrived back from Christmas break. The professors and students were long from arriving. My boss… Read More The Haunted Mansion
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