This time last year, I was traipsing through the streets of London with some of my best friends on an uncharacteristically hot day, eating fish and chips and learning about Jack ‘The Ripper.’ If only I weren’t broke, poor, and committed to things I really care about (i.e. writing at The Star, graduate education in the fall), I’d buy a plane ticket back in a heartbeat.

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