I'M NOT YOUR MAID, CHILDREN.

I sincerely apologize for my lack of blogging- school is back up and running and...I've been lazy. So I decided to take a break from reading, dissertation research, and reruns of My Boys (RIP circa 2010) and decided to write a lil something. Sometime back in April, I had an anxiety attack. (It was most likely while writing my essays, as anxiety was easy to come by at that point). I had a sudden worry that I hadn't traveled nearly enough and by the time I got back to London from my trip back home, it would be seven months abroad with very little traveling. So as someone who handles anxiety like a champ and doesn't at all suffer from subconscious night sweats or terrifying stress nightmares, I took care of this problem with an obvious solution . I booked back to back to back to back trips. This is an account of my first one: STRATFORD-UPON-AVON Day One: Due to some last minute margaritas that led to a later than expected night before, my trip to Stratford began in a s