Another Manfred in London

Liza and I, Jolly Wallking (yes it's a thing) in front of Buckingham Palace. No bigs.

That's right! Exactly two years after I left, London was finally prepared for another Manfred to take it by storm. So Liza decided to pack her bags and remind London what Manfreds are all about!

Since my semester abroad is the reason this blog exists, I thought I might regale you with my pictureless (ugh, I know!) musings from that semester. Reading these posts again is both strange and comforting to me. When I left London two years ago, I felt more lost, confused, and exhilarated than I had ever felt. I finally had a semblance of how much bigger the world is outside of my own little bubble, and was daunted by the possibilities and opportunities it presented.

I am so grateful that I had that realization because it has afforded me a sense of peace since then. Now, it's comforting to know that I can take chances, embrace opprotunities, and not let the little things stress me out because the world is so much bigger than me, and I know things will be okay.

And that's liberating.

I started a blog.

I went for a scenic run and was proud I cooked a meal.

I was sad that I couldn't watch the Bachelor.

My life changed at Borough Market. Bad Romance was first starting to get popular.

Shady dudes tried to steal my money. One was successful.

I was a brat at Stonehenge.

I wrote about the coffee in London. I hadn't had Monmouth coffee at this point, clearly.

I complained about stuff that was bothering me.

I went to an ultra-lounge in Paris on Valentine's Day!

Time was slipping away and I fell in love with Prague.

I'm a knitter. And a made friends with Dolly.

I went to Italy and Spain on Spring Break.

Shopping at Waitrose was the best way to spend my birthday.

I did a Q&A session with Liza.

I finally realized the beauty of a relaxing night, sipping a Guinness.

I tried to talk myself out of some homesickness.

I made a lot of local friends.

I learned a lot about living as variously as possible.

 h yeah, then I was Jonesing for London nine months later.

 Have a great time in London, Liza! Try to find Kevin for me, will ya?