28 years ago on the 9th of September, 1993 I boarded a plane along with 13 other excited girls and one boy. We were 18, we were young and little did we know that we were about to embark on a journey of a lifetime. I say that now because I think that’s what 6 years of studying in the UK felt like. You only get to experience that kind of thing once in your life. Surrounded by new friends, living on your own and forced to endure cold and hard winter days. Though I may exaggerate on the weather, I do recall one freezing day in a rented home I shared with 3 others when our heater stopped working. The horror! We stayed in bed under our duvet wearing our winter jackets until it got fixed. Of course there were summer days that cheered the whole of Britain and made people go round in flip flops while eating ice cream all day. And again, I exaggerate. But it was normal to see people sprawled on the grass having picnics in their sunglasses as they soaked in the sun. Most of us...