Me

Hi, my name’s Emma!

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First, some basic info… I’m 20 years old. I know, I know – so young! What gives me any great authority on traveling? How can I be expected to offer you tips and tricks and reputable life experiences when I’ve barely stopped growing!? (Though at 5’4, I’m hoping that a late-bloomer growth spurt is in the cards…). The answer is: I don’t. This blog isn’t about advice. I’m fortunate enough to have traveled a lot, and want to share pictures, anecdotes, and my interesting / sublime / cringe-worthy experiences for my readers. I’m picturing those stuck at a desk, and procrastinating whilst surfing the virtual world (basically, a blog for all my soulmates out there!)

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So, about me: I was born in the U.S. Oooh I can already feel the hate coming through the computer screen… It’s okay! I only lived there for two years – not even enough time to get an accent! Or even learn how to speak, to be fair. I then moved with my parents and little sister to England where we stayed until I was ten. After my dad’s early retirement, we jetted over to cottage country in Ontario to be with the rest of our Canadian clan.

8 years later I was accepted to McGill University in Montreal, something I’d dreamt about since I was old enough to contemplate university choices… aka about eight years old. I know, I know, what kind of eight-year-old thinks about things like that? Nerds, that’s what kind. Anyway, I’m now about halfway through my third year of a double-major Political Science and History degree. Except, twist – I’m in Paris!!

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I was lucky enough to get accepted to study abroad for one year at the Paris School of Political Science, more commonly known as Sciences Po. No, it’s not the Sorbonne, and doesn’t have anything to do with it. Stay with me! Most North Americans haven’t heard of it, but it’s actually one of the most prestigious schools in France. Fun fact: four out of the five past French Prime Ministers graduated from there! The school has a very rigorous admission process, and is thus full of die-hard future French politicians. For some miraculous reason, to be admitted for one year as an exchange student is almost laughably easy in comparison. That’s fine! I’ll take it! Leave it be!*

These past two months have been some of the best of my life. I’ve been stumbling around Paris, instagramming the shit out of everything (pardon my French… ha! ha-ha!), and drinking excessive amounts of wine à-côté-de various canals.

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And taking advantage of all the fine French delicacies here like… pizza??? Yes. Pink Flamingo. TRUST!

Frankly, it seems too good to be true. This was one of the reasons I wanted to start up a blog. I was born with the “guilt-gene”; an annoying inability to leave things be. If my life is going too well I need to put some sort of made-up pressure on myself, or create a very real situation that necessitates stress. I need to feel that I have worked for my happiness, and (falsely) reassure myself that I am somehow being “productive”.

My blog focuses on travel, books, and cracking the oyster open on everything life has to offer. Like many others, I am guilty of spending far too much time in front of screens. So although a bit paradoxical, it’s my hope this blog will help me and perhaps even some readers to travel, learn, discover, experience, and think in a greater capacity than we already are. Wherever you are in the world, I hope you can relate to some of my experiences and enjoy what you’re reading.

 

*Just in case any French university-admission officers have stumbled across this blog…

 

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