2 WEEKS
Anxiety overwhelmed me on the ride to JFK
airport in NY, as I prepared for my departure. However, the anxiety melted away
when I saw some friendly Ithaca College faces sitting at the gate; all of us
filled with the same emotions of fear and most importantly, excitement! I got a
burger from Shake Shack with my friends Maddie and Taylor, strapped on my
travel fanny pack with my passport and papers (thanks mom and dad), and got
ready to board the plane. Two movies, two beers, a nap, and a muffin later we
finally landed and my adventure began. Not even 4 hours in the UK and I was on
my way to look for at a flat, and the rest is history.
It’s been two weeks here in London, and I
already feel like I’ve aged 5 years. I pay bills for an incredible flat in
Bayswater (with a rooftop deck!!!), I’ve mastered the underground rail system, I’ve
planned trips to Bath, Dover, Budapest, Berlin, Dublin, Amsterdam, Edinburgh and
Italy, and have downed 32 cups of proper tea since I landed in London,
Heathrow, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I’ve had a week of classes
and secured a marketing internship at Love Home Swap on Oxford Street (the
equivalent to 5th Ave in NYC), as well as a job here at ICLC, where
I was given this blog assignment.
It’s only been two weeks, but in addition to
becoming a full-fledged adult I’ve had some fun as well. I’ve gone sight seeing
around Westminster, saw Richard II at Shakespeare’s Globe Theater, experienced
Notting Hill Carnival, and strolled around Portabello’s Market. I also rode a
Santander bike through Kensington Garden, hit up some bars and pubs, threw a
flat warming party for our friends at IC, and to top it all off, got stuck in the
worlds smallest elevator for an hour with four of my flat mates while two
British firemen worked to pry us out of the non-ventilated lift. Needless to
say I wouldn’t change any of these experiences for the world! (Except maybe the
elevator disaster).
Two weeks in, and every morning I wake up and have a cup of tea (because it’s better than instant coffee from Tesco), sit out on my deck, and get ready for my commute to school and/or my internship; tasks I normally wouldn’t be able to do in Ithaca. In New York I would sleep until the last possible second, literally roll out of bed, put on my layers and head out into the tundra with my head down, making sure not to slip on sheets of ice. Here, even when it’s raining (and it rains, A LOT) I walk to the tube station with my head up, eyes wide, and I’m excited. Thank you I SEE ELSIE.
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