Two Months . . .
I arrived in London two months and four hours ago, lost, confused and very very tired. I had wonderful people help me with my bags on the tube and the guys at Carr-Saunders Hall, where I spent my first night, were amazingly helpful. I remember wandering around trying to get my bearings before I stumbled back to the Hall and bed.
Two months later, life seems a little less all over the place (thankfully!). Although I miss everyone at home dreadfully, I’ve made some great new friends and they’re teaching me a lot about their different cultures. I have a church, which I’m working on getting more involved in, and I’ve been elected to some rep role on the Passfield committee. I’ve seen a few friendly faces in the form of two MPs, my parents, and family friends and next weekend I’m going to journey up to Chester to meet, and spend the weekend with, extended family that I’ve never met. I’m really looking forward to both the weekend away AND spending time on a train. I like trains.
I’ve become addicted to Facebook, handed in my first essay, watched my first American Football game, and made my room look vaguely home-like. I’ve mastered the art of using the tube, I even have an Oyster card, and have learned that sleep is actually very important. I’m looking forward to Christmas “holidays” and exploring SW England and spending Christmas in a little village/town near Cambridge, must sort that out, although I’m not particularly looking forward to the 4 essays due in the first week back in January. Life is good!
