Author Archives: Kenna Rewcastle

Some of the stumbling blocks that position themselves in one’s path when moving to a new country are distinct to being in that place, to trying to coax a familiar life from the depths of a place strange enough to … Continue reading →

It’s now Day 11 of driving across the country via a very indirect route which sometimes involves doubling back to revisit places because, why not? Because I’m driving alone, and the number one advantage to this particular type of travel … Continue reading →

Running from emotions and holding them back at arm’s length to get a good look at them are two very different things. The first is born from terror and desperation, the second is born from exhaustion, from an attempt to … Continue reading →

Set your gaze on the next hold. Inhale. Push forward, up, reaching… every muscle fighting for the same thing, together. Grab on with one finger, then two. Don’t let go. My life is a synergistic mingling of everything that I … Continue reading →

The trick, I’ve found, to comparing cultures and truly appreciating their unique aspects is to find some common ground, something consistently valued in each place. And why not make your study subject something that you also value, something that you … Continue reading →

Yes, I know, what a tease of a title. My apologies. But you should keep reading. I’ve always been attracted to running, as a sport and a lifestyle, because it asks very little from you in terms of talent. Anyone … Continue reading →

So let me begin the insurmountable task of describing myself, who I’ve become, on the other side of my semester in Copenhagen. I arrived in January with a heart full of the wrong kind of emotions, feeling terrified, and a … Continue reading →

Italy. That country picked me up, turned me upside down, threw me into a train strike, and I almost began doubting the whole adventure as we sat in limbo at the Padova train station. Just as we were about to … Continue reading →

I spent last week meandering along the cobble stone streets of Prague and falling asleep by the river wrapped in Sevilla’s lovely sunshine. But transforming these experiences into words, into a narrative that everyone else can understand, is proving to … Continue reading →

I have a confession to make. My steadfast loyalty to the Appalachian Mountains and my home in East Tennessee has recently become divided, owing to the powerful attraction of Copenhagen. Only a demigod (or sunshine/vitamin D addict) could resist offering … Continue reading →