Getting Myself Sorted
Earlier tonight one of my friends said that “sorted” was one of her favorite British expressions. And I immediately knew that it applied to my current situation.
When I first arrived in London, I was very excited to be here. I had made it through the flights—nice old ladies to talk to, but I found out that babies laughing on flights can be just as troublesome as babies crying on airplanes—but then customs cooled my excitement. One hour wait just to get inside the border control room, two hour wait total. On the upside, making it to Paddington station was not as difficult or stressful as I had planned. And once I got there I met up with Virginia, one of my Rice friends studying in London. I thought it would be smooth sailing from that point onward, but things just haven’t gelled like I thought they would. I expected the tourist’s London that I had seen with my family, and as a student who is traveling alone, I see London from a different perspective. It’s like I want to assimilate immediately into the British culture, but at the same time, I want to see everything, especially the tourist-y museums and sites. Plus, I’m trying to set up a mini-life here so I’ve had to deal with things like getting a cellphone, towels, and travel adapters that work for the UK. With all these things, I’m so mixed up with emotion that as much as I am still over-the-moon about finally being abroad, all I feel is overwhelmed.