Wow, I can't believe the past 24 hours have only been 24 hours.
24 hours ago I was in Pennsylvania.
24 hours ago my bags weren't totally packed.
24 hours ago I hadn't met the city of my dreams.
Lets start with the flight. I left JFK airport at 10:30 yesterday night. The overnight flight was a great way to allow my body to rest and possibly jump start getting on Zulu time. Although failing to sleep, I stepped off the plain feeling refreshed and full of energy. If anyone has spent any time with me what so ever, they know that I have a tendency to get really, really over tired. I call it the 'sleepy ha-ha's' but I'm not quite sure thats what this was.
The second we got off the plane, there was so much for us to do. I swear we walked a mile before getting to customs. As I tried to be a polite, perfect presence with the government official, my nerves were over the moon. Even though I have nothing to hide, that shit freaks me out!
Getting our baggage was a sight to see. We giggled uncontrollably as we lugged a cart piled high through the airport. Let me tell you, that cart had a mind of its own.
Once we got on the bus, my whole world changed. London is better than I had imagined and I had pretty high hopes. The old buildings that are full of character, the alleyways that are full of color, the cute taxis that zip around bends, all bring this happiness to me that I never knew I could get from any other city than my own. I mean just ask my friends, every five seconds I remind them that I'm already in love with London.
This opportunity is incredible, not only do I get to live in one of the most 'posh' parts of the city, I get to learn, travel, experience, explore, etc. The gratitude I feel for this experience is so overwhelming, I can't stop smiling, despite my exhausted body.
And to think, I've only been here less than 24 hours.