Where do I even begin? I’ve spent the last two weeks getting
reacquainted with a city that I once called home. Walking off that plane left
me with a feeling of excitement and a sense of relief to finally be back here.
I was apprehensive that I’d find myself alone in this city, stumbling around
trying to figure things out but thankfully I’ve been able to meet some awesome
people, and I’ve found that not much as changed.
The
last two weeks have been filled with way more emotions then I believe I
bargained for. I’m finding leaving home this time to be a lot more difficult
than the first and I’ve experienced more spouts of homesickness then I’d
probably like to admit. So to any family reading this, HI! I miss and love you!
Not ready to come just yet though, how could you when you’re in such an amazing
city?
This
weekend I fully embraced being a tourist. I tackled the London Eye and the
London Dungeon (eek!) with some friends of mine. For anyone who has had the pleasure
of exploring this great city you’ll know just how big and confusing it can
actually be. Many times you find yourself lost, circling back to the same spot
you just stood. Seeing it from the London Eye took all that confusion away,
creating such an interesting experience. I found myself finally seeing the city
for the first time. Sure I’ve walked around the streets many times, but seeing
it from so high up gave you a new perspective. It’s easy to pass by a
historical structure and not cherish its beauty because you find yourself to
preoccupied trying to fight tourists crowding the street. From so high up I
could fully cherish Big Ben. Some may say, oh its jus a clock tower, but when
you’ve dreamed of coming to this city for so long it will always be special. Maybe
I’m trying to go to deep in to a stupid London Eye ride, but if heights do not
bother you what so ever and you find yourself on the South Bank make sure to
take the time to finally see London from a different angle.
My
friends and I also had the pleasure of being scared half to death at the London
Dungeon. This is a great attraction for those not faint of heart, and is an
interesting take on the haunts, plagues, and evil rulers throughout London’s
history. The tour guides, dressed for the parts of history, walk you through
different rooms where the historical characters will give a little background on that era. It has the right amount of scare mixed with the right amount of history.
Although I had previously done this my last time here, I forgot just how jumpy
it makes me. Would highly suggest this to anyone who doesn't mind a little jump. (Side note to those who find themselves awkward in any situation
such as myself, make sure to never stand in the front of everyone. They will pick
you for every scene they have and I’m pretty sure I had a mini heart attack
each time. Not sure why the found me such an easy target but never again! )
Sadly
once this weekend came to an end, it was the start of my postgraduate career. Today
marked the start of classes, a time I normally felt anxiety about, but this
time I had already made some friends in my classes and found I was able to
breeze my way through the seminars. Although I’ve only had two classes so far I
finally feel like my life is going in the direction I’ve always hoped
for. I’ll be focusing on how to progress to the next stages of adult life. So I’ll
be sure to give an update once all my lectures have been accounted for. This post was sort of rushed, for no reason, and not thought out to well. I feel a lot has happened in the past two weeks that I should share, but I guess thats for another time.
To
be honest I’m not even sure why I’ve begun this blog again. I am not the best
writer, grammar not up to par. It’ll be the same stories
as previous just given from the perspective of an older version of me, an adult
whose better at being a student than they are at adulting. Some may not
understand how I just get up and move across the pond; sometimes I’ve asked
myself the same thing. When you feel a pull to be somewhere you just cant
ignore that, sadly my pull was here. Now I’m anxious to see what’s in store. So
bare with me as I fumble my way through grad school and learn what its like to
finally accept that I am in fact an adult and its time to get it together.
