1. DAY 23 AND I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING

    I think it takes me about three weeks to really get accustomed to anything. I’ve noticed that when moving to new cities, starting new jobs, actually doing my homework… you get the idea — everything feels temporary until 20 days or so have passed.

    I think I hit that moment today.

    Today, I woke up at 7am for class. Rather, I groaned at my alarm, curled into a tighter ball, and almost fell off the bed at 7am for class. Got ready for the day, left as the sun was rising, greeted our elderly neighbor down the street. Deftly leapt over that persistent puddle next to the football pitch and very nearly kicked a pigeon upon landing. Picked up a cup of coffee on the way - they love it when Americans order americanos - and made my way to class.

    There was nothing special about this morning, and I think that’s why I feel like it’s so special. My morning routine feels natural, but unpracticed and a little unpredictable. My life here is real; it’s not a vacation or a brief life-swap.

    And that’s pretty cool. 

     


  2. A Formal Apology

    for being a shit blogger/writer/friend over the last three weeks. I realize that I haven’t at all taken the time to really sit down and reflect on life since moving to the UK, and I owe that both to myself and to my friends and family that actually bother to come to this site.

    So….

    Can we start over? Is that cool with you? I’ll do better this time, I swear.

     

  3. Could it be? Is it true? I think I may have found a real cup of coffee in London! Naturally, because I seem to enjoy self-torture, it’s a 25 minute walk from my flat and nearly 45 minutes from school. But it’s just so cuuuuute. I wanna keep it.

     


  4. "Borders? I have never seen one. But I have heard they exist in the minds of some people."
    — Thor Heyerdahl
     

  5. Part of my architecture class curriculum is studying the great churches and cathedrals designed by architect Christopher Wren. Many were severely damaged, or even destroyed, by the Great Fire of 1666 and the bombing of London during World War II. Nevertheless, many original materials were salvaged and remain today. 

    Left: St. Bride’s Church; Right: St Mary le Bow

     

  6. "Class" today took us wandering through the old city of London. Left: St. Paul’s Cathedral; Right: St. Bride’s Church

     

  7. The St. Pancras Hotel - a bit gaudy for my taste, but I can’t deny that my neighbors know how to live with grandeur.

     


  8. DAY 9: LESSONS LEARNED (SO FAR) ABOUT LIVING IN LONDON

    1. 1. Make your own coffee. You're not going to find that perfect cup of joe - Europeans are amateurs and you need to get over it.
    2. 2. Ignore the weird London traffic customs. Nobody else knows what they're doing either, so cross the street whenever you feel like it.
    3. 3. Canadians don't like being called American. Toe this line with caution.
    4. 4. Stop wearing cloth shoes. You're going to regret it, and probably end up with frostbite.
    5. 5. Learn the currency! The 2 pence coin is three times larger than the 2 pound coin, and you'll have to live with that.
    6. 6. You're going to have to buy an expensive umbrella if you want it to last longer than five days.
     

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  10. "We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again - to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more."
    — Pico Iyer