A Walk Through London

I would not say today was a good day.  Well, maybe it was kind of good, but there was a lot of crying involved in the morning when I first woke up, and then after dinner when I was left to my own devices.  I'll eventually get used to a single-room, but maybe when my life takes a turn for the busy.  Until then, I'm just sitting here with a door open and hoping someone will come and visit for a small chat.

I sent an email to my study abroad adviser in the US asking if I could talk with someone going through what I am.  She's going to have a girl named Lindzey call me tomorrow after my interview at Blackdog.  Lindzey studied in Ireland just recently so her experience is still fresh.  Jessa, my adviser, also said that there was another girl who felt lonely at first but all she needed was time.  That's probably all that I need at the moment, but time is taking so very long.  Is it Monday yet?

Today, I once again caught Vanessa as she was just waking up.  That girl can sleep.  I came by around two in the afternoon and she still wasn't ready for the day and said that she had just woken up.  And she got to bed around midnight.  She did say later that she didn't sleep very well at first.  So I guess she's also having some trouble adjusting.

I told her about the Fresher Fayre happening on the Marlyebone campus.  She didn't want to take the Tube because she didn't have her Oyster card yet (me neither, but that's not stopping me).  So we walked.  I'm glad we did.  We walked through Westminster which is where the Parliament building is and the London Eye.  I got my picture with Big Ben himself.  See?

The fair was just breaking up by the time we got there, but I still signed up for the flash mob group (yay, flash mobs!) and the Jitsu club.  I'll hit up the fair again when it's in the Regent campus.

Vanessa asked why I didn't like my room.  I told her how I keep the door open all the time and how I usually eat in the kitchen when I go for food, and she seemed confused at that.  She said that your room should be your sanctuary, the place for you to go to at the end of the day.  And I agree, but that's not my case.  For the past two years, whenever I went back to my sanctuary, there was always someone else there.  We didn't have to talk or interact, we just had to be around each other.  I'm going to have to explain that to her next time.  I miss just being around people.  And that's why I feel lonely.

I'm sure it'll go away, but this trip feels longer than four months and it's barely been a week already!  I heard it's always a bit of a rough start, so I hope I make some close friends at class.  Or at least click with a few people at work.  Better yet: both!

Picked up Water for Elephants by Sarah Gruen in the common room today.  I'll be taking books from there until I figure out where I can get a decent library here.

[EDIT]:  I rode the top level of a bus today!  Yay for me.  So it was a bad day because I'm on the verge of tears whenever I'm alone.  It's a good day because I saw Big Ben, the London Eye, a few theaters for big shows, and the top of a London bus.  Also, I sent a few postcards to people I'm not corresponding with on a daily basis.  It's a surprise who they're all going to.  (Should be read: I forgot who they all went to already.)

Yeah, second level!