Travel Pathology

The documented experience of attending the University of Edinburgh to study the science of nursing


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  • Dissertation Final (One year ago)

    Dissertation Final (One year ago)

    It was four in the morning. The rain had splattered the windows and the lounge was lit by only a singular candle. The draft throughout the house pulled on the single candle flame that lit the coffee table before me. I use my mouse pad to scroll through the same 81 pages, making minor adjustments Read more

  • The Fringe

    The Fringe

    Pedaling down Nicolson Street, I navigated past construction crews and stray flyers swirling in the breeze. With hardly any traffic or pedestrians, the city feels somewhat abandoned, with only the sound of my bike being rattled by the cobblestone. As I turned onto Melville Drive, the Meadows came into view, with a few people walking Read more

  • Paris! Pas encore!

    Paris! Pas encore!

    I twisted the key in the lock of room 15 and pushed the old wooden door along the carpet, revealing the small interior of my room. One step inside, and my knee collided with the bed frame as I lowered my bag onto the floor. I stepped over to the balcony doors and opened them, Read more

  • Work Tales

    Work Tales

    Working my first international job has been a source of great amusement during phone calls with friends living in the United States. The silliness of miscommunication between colleagues who share the same mother tongue, the misfires caused by accents, and the inevitable differences that add spice to what were once routine interactions in my life Read more

  • “It’s in the Itinerary”

    “It’s in the Itinerary”

    Sitting on the train with the rolling Scottish countryside in the background, I realize that trains are an excellent place to tackle long-delayed writing tasks. On my way to London, my grandmother is in another carriage. The train is crowded because, apparently, it is a bank holiday this weekend. Additionally, the train is delayed, giving Read more

  • Mariposa

    Mariposa

    Why haven’t you written to me yet? The skeleton of a paper accuses me from my laptop screen.  Well… I’ve never really written a dissertation before, it’s difficult to know how to begin. I confessed to my personified project.  To my left, the window frames a chaotic thunderstorm juxtaposed by delicate piano notes of Debussy Read more