World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

From “Snow” by Louis MacNeice

So what’s this all about, anyway?  I wish I knew.  Once I lived on a working cattle ranch on the coast of California.  Now I live amongst the spires, kebab vans, parks, and pubs of Oxford.  In between, I was a student of politics and a rather half-hearted Red Sox fan in Boston.

I first came to Oxford to study international relations and my subconscious must have taken this literally.  We met in a pub on my first night here; now I live with my lovely, charming, and bearded partner (”the man”) in a house full of books.  They are our entertainment, our furniture, our decoration, our vice, our love, and, often, our livelihood. Which means I don’t think either of us is destined for an opulent life spent on yachts in the south of France, which is a bit of a shame, really, as I have a penchant for buying clothes and a suspicion that I might be able to get used to fine dining, but, all in all, I think we’re okay with this.

This blog is “incorrigibly plural”; it’s concerned with place, primarily, but what this actually means changes with every hour.  Geography of the mind, the soul, the body’s place on a map.  Borders and boundaries.  The flâneur, the wanderer, strolling the pavement, seeing the city. This is all travel writing, really, if you accept that we can travel as easily in our own bedrooms as we can to foreign countries.

I’m currently at work on my first book, having graduated in 2009 with an MA (distinction) in creative writing.

I like hearing from people. Feel free to contact me at miranda.ward@gmail.com