Getting there is the hardest part
Jan 16, 2013
My travels in the city of London were probably the hardest. Getting on to the underground was easy enough after asking multiple people where exactly the Piccadilly line was
. And on the underground I popped in my headphones and observed the amazing landscape around me. The real struggle happened when I had to switch from the Piccadilly line to the bakerloo line. The underground I would say is not disability or heavy luggage friendly. There were not escalators or elevators (that I could find). So I pulled my 50 pound suitcase and duffle bag up multiple flights of stairs to catch my next train. It should have been easy from there, but no my suitcase, with its 4 wheels, got stuck in the hole between the platform and the train. I held up the train for of mere 2 minutes while all the Londoners starred at me. And to make things worse when I got off at Baker Street stop it got stuck again. At Baker Street I thought I would be home free because the map Regents gave me made it look like the underground stop and the school were across the street from each other. No. I asked a nice copper who told me to go right for three streets and then a left. As I walked down Baker Street with all my luggage I finally realized (after a considerable amount of time) that he had been mistaken and I was going the wrong way. I turned around and eventually arrived at my destination, sweaty and tired.
Over all the first day at Regents was lonely. It seems as everyone has come either in a group or with friends which makes people cliquey and harder to meet. I think as soon as classes start meeting people will be a lot easier.
P.s dad I have attached what a REAL English muffin looks like
As my last Wednesday in the states droned on I was oddly calm in the face of flying to Europe for the first time by myself. Yes I have flow across the ocean without my parents before but always with a group of people that I was in a program with. This felt like the first day of adulthood and I felt prepared. I surprised myself with how calm I was when my flight from st.louis to Toronto was delayed (I only called my mom twice). Although I did loose my tranquility when running like a mad women to customs in Toronto to catch my flight to London. My plane partner was a nice enough gentleman who was flying back to London to pack his old life up and move back home to Toronto. It was inspiring to me that he did a semester abroad there and decided to move and work there after graduation. Maybe I'll move to London after graduation?