Spiritual study abroad

I was 19, and a year felt daunting. Not totally overwhelming, but daunting. I flew over in the early days of September, and by the time Thanksgiving rolled around I felt pretty darn homesick. It was my first time away from the long, well-set table around which my family sat, reading the first pilgrim's words as tradition dictated and making merry. By contrast, the casual gathering of Americans around the cafeteria-style turkey didn't fill me up. I hadn't expected England when I

I was 19, and a year felt daunting. Not totally overwhelming, but daunting. I flew over in the early days of September, and by the time Thanksgiving rolled around I felt pretty darn homesick. It was my first time away from the long, well-set table around which my family sat, reading the first pilgrim's words as tradition dictated and making merry. By contrast, the casual gathering of Americans around the cafeteria-style turkey didn't fill me up. I hadn't expected England when I chose my college…