As a Southern sorority girl, traditions are important to me. When I first moved to England, everything was new and different. I had no sense of what my routine would be.
My mom had come to England for a week in September to move me in. Not knowing where to go or what to do, we grabbed breakfast just up the road from my new flat in a place called Park Street Cafe. The staff were friendly and helpful, which was the welcoming feeling I needed in my new environment.
Since that first breakfast in Park Street Cafe, I have tried to make an effort to go back every Monday morning. It has become a little tradition of mine. Obviously some days are busier than others and I don't always make it. But it's nice to walk into the cafe and the staff immediately put in my order without me even saying a word.