Okay, so...

Horrible plane crash tragedy in Madrid.

And then... a forced landing en route to Spain.

Is the universe telling me not to go to Spain? Will I regret this choice?

I sure as hell hope not!

I feel the end of my time in London looming. Ten-ish weeks remain before I'm back in Chicago. I'm excited about going home because I really, really miss my family. I'm also eager to finally begin the soul-crushing journey of finding a job in my chosen career field ( Read more... )

It's funny how quickly one adapts to living in London. Without consciously acknowledging it, I have become suspicious of more than two consecutive days of nice weather. And we've had... wait for it... ALMOST AN ENTIRE WEEK ( Read more... )

I just had porridge for breakfast. PORRIDGE! In JULY! Damn you, London ( Read more... )