In September 1994 when I was attending Montserrat College of Art a series of very fortunate events took place and changed my life forever. With my roughly 8000 miles away I had discovered a different meaning to the word alone. On the most part I was used to being alone but this time was different, instead of being alone with 100 other kids all my college mates would go home for the holidays.Thanksgiving was the first major holiday I experienced, the day before I remember watching everyone get excited, packing their bags bragging of how they would eat themselves into a comma. After all most of these college kids had left home for the first time...
