I’m very capable of writing a grandiose, long-winded conclusion to this blog. But now that I’m home I feel strange adding anything more to this blog or my journals. It’s like I’ve finished a book but it’s too soon to go back and re-read it. So I’ll keep it short for anyone still following. Continue reading
Goodbye London, I hardly knew ye’.
I have left London and don’t know when I’ll be back again. To fully reflect on the past three months will probably take more than a quick blog post, but I can say that by this final week I was sad to be leaving.
After my finals were over, I went into a touristic frenzy. Most of my British friends had gone home for term since they don’t have to take exams until January, and I had said my goodbyes last week. So I didn’t feel all that guilty about being a tourist my last few days.
I went to the V&A museum to see the “Club to Catwalk” 80s fashion exhibit, relived my childhood with the Harry Potter Studio Tour, saw a few of my favourite British actors in two Shakespeare plays and a musical, ate a reindeer burger at Borough Market and took a ride on the London Eye. Continue reading
A quintessential part of London is going to markets, and there aren’t a shortage to choose from. When you tire of the chain stores on Oxford Street, it’s time to spend a day wandering the stalls of foods, clothing, jewelry, antiques and miscellany.
I’ve been adding to this draft all semester to finally present you with my London market overview. Continue reading
Normally exams occur after the winter holiday, but lucky for us we have to take them before we leave- which means I have papers and exams due at the same time.
The all-too-familiar hazy feeling of overwhelming stress you get during finals is starting to creep up on me. I’ve tried to put it off as long as possible, but some parts of university life are inevitable.
The sleeplessness caused by a brain that doesn’t know when to turn off has returned. London had been insomnia-free.
Three papers and two exams separate me from a blissful reunion with my kin and country. They are also the only thing keeping me from being torn away from a city I’ve only just begun to make my own.
Three months have felt like no time at all.
Last week I tried to get a £10 ticket to the Donmar Warehouse production of Coriolanus using the Barclays Front Row Scheme. Instead of selling day seats, the Donmar Warehouse releases those seats online two weeks in advance of the shows The show’s regular seats sold out the same day tickets were released in July-it’s a 250 seat capacity venue Continue reading
Fine, I stole this blog title from Rob Lowe’s autobiography. I haven’t actually read his autobiography, but it’s on my reading list.
Yesterday on the train to Oxford I was thinking about this blog and how it’s become less about stories and more about synopses. But every day is a story, and it would be impossible to capture them all on this blog.
There’s pleading in Spanish in a sketchy train station outside of Paris to avoid a ticketing fine, going to nightclubs with fire dancers, interviewing an English business owner and hearing about her strange experiences when she lived on a cattle ranch in Wisconsin and countless other anecdotes.
I suppose part of the reason I don’t write about most of these things is the main audience of this blog are people who will end up hearing these stories when I get home. The function of this blog has primarily been to share photos and let people not on social media know that a) I’m alive and b) I’m having adventures.
Despite my efforts, I’ve been a very lazy storyteller this semester.