Memory Lane: Preston, England

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June 17, 2013 by ebostick1212

I am currently perched on the edge of returning to the US, semi-permanently.  I have my auxiliar position here in Córdoba, but if I can get job in America that would better prepare me for the future….I might take it.

While on this perch, I have been thinking a lot about my nomadic history.  I have been living in Spain for a year, but haven’t been home (except for the odd summer vacation) since 2008.

I call myself a nomad, so I must have been wandering.  Where have I been?

I have written A LOT about Spain; WordPress has informed me that I have written seventy blog posts, all of them about this country that I love so much.

I thought I would highlight some of my previous homes.  While Sevilla has been incredibly important to me, these other places also helped shape me into the person I am today.  They may not be as glamorous, but they deserve a chance in the limelight too!

So where do we start?  I guess we start at my first leap abroad : Preston, England.


Preston is a small industrial city, nestled between Manchester and Liverpool.  It is kind of gritty, but it was a place I called home for three years.

In 2008 I was in a major rut.  I hated college, and I wasn’t getting anywhere with it.  I wasn’t inspired by anything, and I spent many an evening asking what was the point of paying thousands of dollars in tuition for an education that didn’t do anything for me.

So I figured, if I was going to get a college education, I was going to start over, get inspired, and not weigh myself down with major student loans.

I made a decision.

I started applying to universities in the UK, a place where I could get a quality education and not pay for it for the rest of my life.  Since I wanted to study languages, I could have gone directly to France or Spain, but I was not ready to dive into the deep end of the pool.   In the UK it is standard for a language student to do three years in the UK, and one studying or working in a country of their target language….so I could have the best of both worlds.  After being accepted to a few universities, I chose the one that best suited me.  The University of Central Lancashire.

My favorite building for three years.

My favorite building for three years.

So, after getting my visa, I packed up and left. It was a huge leap of faith, and it was the best decision I ever made.  

Preston isn’t the prettiest of cities, but is where I found myself academically inspired, interested in Modern Languages, and ready to do coursework.  This is the city lit a fire underneath me.  This person, who hated college four years before, took courses in Portuguese and Arabic, and wrote a full academic dissertation on Regional French Languages…and enjoyed every minute of it!

Preston isn’t famous in any way, but it is where I met people who will stay with me forever.  I arrived, barely knowing anyone, and graduated in 2012, with a bevy of life-long friends.

Preston isn’t London or Edinburgh, but, perhaps most importantly, it is where the seed of my nomadic persona was planted.  It was here that I got my first taste of international living, and became slightly nomadic.

Next stop...Amiens, France!

Next stop…Amiens, France!

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