Day Two
I can't say it feels like I've been here forever, but it feels like such a long time ago since I was home. Now I'm sitting on my bed being generally introverted, so I've had time to realize that, in fact, I've only been here two days. But my body, as well as my sleep schedule and mind, are adjusting, so I guess it's safe to say my sense of time is a bit screwy too.
Where to begin? My flight was delayed (something involving water), but I took me and my suitcase to London eventually so I suppose that's really all you can ask for. After splitting a cab with a girl I met on the plane, quite possibly the jolliest cab driver I ever met took us to the most gorgeous of blocks. My flat is in the basement and consists of the quad I share with three other girls, four other rooms of two, three bathrooms, a kitchen and a common room. Right off the bat it's a thousand times nicer than my dorm last year. Already it's proving to be less anti-social, and the hallways don't look like something out of a mental institution. And the street it's on it beautiful. All of London (that I've seen) is beautiful.
What I've seen of London is somewhat limited to the few blocks surrounding my flat and the path a new friend of mine took to the carnival in Notting Hill. I can't say which is more surreal: the carnival itself or the fact that I can walk around with an open bottle of Bacardi that I bought legally. Drinking aside (I've drank each day I've been here, but never too much since it's been making me feel crappy for some reason) I wish a bought a camera to the carnival. I guess this will have to do. It does no justice, though, to the insane amount of people that were there and the oddness of some of them. Still, a good time, and a good way to see the insanity that is London.
And now I sit here typing, being anti-social as the rest of my flat went out to some lounge. I'm trying not to be shy, trying to be the key word. But I have to wonder if it's even worth trying when all I really want to do right now anyway is lounge around. It'll work out. But for now I'm going to try this thing called sleep, since it's been elusive these days and I so badly want to be it's friend....
Where to begin? My flight was delayed (something involving water), but I took me and my suitcase to London eventually so I suppose that's really all you can ask for. After splitting a cab with a girl I met on the plane, quite possibly the jolliest cab driver I ever met took us to the most gorgeous of blocks. My flat is in the basement and consists of the quad I share with three other girls, four other rooms of two, three bathrooms, a kitchen and a common room. Right off the bat it's a thousand times nicer than my dorm last year. Already it's proving to be less anti-social, and the hallways don't look like something out of a mental institution. And the street it's on it beautiful. All of London (that I've seen) is beautiful.
What I've seen of London is somewhat limited to the few blocks surrounding my flat and the path a new friend of mine took to the carnival in Notting Hill. I can't say which is more surreal: the carnival itself or the fact that I can walk around with an open bottle of Bacardi that I bought legally. Drinking aside (I've drank each day I've been here, but never too much since it's been making me feel crappy for some reason) I wish a bought a camera to the carnival. I guess this will have to do. It does no justice, though, to the insane amount of people that were there and the oddness of some of them. Still, a good time, and a good way to see the insanity that is London.
And now I sit here typing, being anti-social as the rest of my flat went out to some lounge. I'm trying not to be shy, trying to be the key word. But I have to wonder if it's even worth trying when all I really want to do right now anyway is lounge around. It'll work out. But for now I'm going to try this thing called sleep, since it's been elusive these days and I so badly want to be it's friend....