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