London
I have been in London now for just over a month.
It has had it's fair share of ups and downs, but for the most part, it has been amazing.
I have started my internship at the Foreign Press Association. I start full-time on Monday. It's an incredible place, the building was once lived in by a prime minister and it's right by buckingham palace and piccadilly circus. The people are really nice too, and I'm looking forward to getting to know more about everything and learn my place there. There is also a good possibility that they might ask me to stay and I could get a 6 month work permit. Which means I wouldn't be back until November. I can only hope!!
I have lost a few things though...
boyfriend
passport
wallet
driver's license
new messenger bag
glasses
debit card
Most of these items were lost last night. In a haze I left my bag somewhere.
I wish I knew where.
I wish I could remember his name.
I left a note on the door in hopes that it will get returned. But I highly doubt it.
But besides these not-so-minor set backs, I really am having a good time.
My classes are really good and I'm doing well in them, and I love my internship. But for every good thing there seems like there has to be something horrible right along with it.
It has had it's fair share of ups and downs, but for the most part, it has been amazing.
I have started my internship at the Foreign Press Association. I start full-time on Monday. It's an incredible place, the building was once lived in by a prime minister and it's right by buckingham palace and piccadilly circus. The people are really nice too, and I'm looking forward to getting to know more about everything and learn my place there. There is also a good possibility that they might ask me to stay and I could get a 6 month work permit. Which means I wouldn't be back until November. I can only hope!!
I have lost a few things though...
boyfriend
passport
wallet
driver's license
new messenger bag
glasses
debit card
Most of these items were lost last night. In a haze I left my bag somewhere.
I wish I knew where.
I wish I could remember his name.
I left a note on the door in hopes that it will get returned. But I highly doubt it.
But besides these not-so-minor set backs, I really am having a good time.
My classes are really good and I'm doing well in them, and I love my internship. But for every good thing there seems like there has to be something horrible right along with it.