What does it mean to call Oxford home?
I’ve been trying to figure it out for exactly two years today. I’m sure my experience as a graduate student, living and working away from the city centre, is very different from the college-dwelling undergrads, and I often eye the central campus with a certain degree of envy. But despite my desire to spend my days in Duke Humfrey’s library, I know why I’m doing my research and why I came here as an MPLS doctoral student - so no regrets! I just wish that more people knew that Oxford is more than just a bunch of privileged younglings in some old buildings. (Not one word of that is true! Not all undergrads are privileged, not all students are undergrads, and definitely not all students live in posh college accommodation. Oxford is just much more than the stereotype.)
That’s why today I found some of my favorite Oxford pictures of the goode olde pre-Covid days that aren’t colleges or central gardens - this is the street art of the vibrant eastern part of the city, which some consider inferior to the fashionable northern district of Jericho - a notion with which I strongly disagree.
Here’s to hoping that the days of carelessly wandering the city can come back soon! In the meantime - more pictures of my favourite, less famous Oxford places to follow…