Ladies and gentlemen, you may or may not be aware that I am currently in London, England for a Study Abroad program. After an extremely long 26 hours in airports and on planes (unfortunately for me, I can't sleep on planes or in airports. Also, I am prone to motion sickness. I managed to make it here without throwing up though, a big victory in my book), we finally arrived in the UK.
We had to spend several hours waiting at the airport for others to arrive. We were all desperately tired. Some of us succumbed to the urge to sleep. Others, myself included, didn't.
It has been awesome. We took the Tube from the airport to Gloucester Road by way of the Piccadilly Line to Cockfosters. No, I'm not joking. That was seriously the name. Here are some things that we saw just on the short walk from the Tube station to our flat.
Pretty exciting stuff. Although, it turns out that you can't stay up for 24 hours without suffering some pretty strange side effects. For future reference, wandering the streets of a new city on the other side of the world is considerably more jarring when the ground seems to be constantly shaking and your vision constantly swims. We returned to the flat and went to bed around six o'clock. Despite how extremely tired I was, I still had considerable trouble sleeping (apparently, and also unfortunately for me, I'm also not too great at sleeping in different time zones), waking up every hour or so. In fact, as I'm writing this, it's 2:30 AM here.
That said, for those of you who don't know, it can be extremely confusing for your brain to be split between two time zones, especially two so different from each other. London and home are almost perfectly spaced to have one seeing a sun rise while the other sees the sun set. This will make it fairly difficult to communicate effectively, but I will be posting here and checking my Facebook frequently.
Until next time,