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Here I am in England; it was an interesting trip.
The flight wasâ€¦decent. I love the accent. Itâ€™s so ridiculous how a Brit can make anything sound more intelligent than an American can. The in-flight safety instructions came across charming rather than dull and boring.
The flight was going well at first. I watched the first half of The Holiday, which was cute, but I got tired and turned it off. Thatâ€™s when the flight started going downhill a little. The seat was really uncomfortable. I had tons of wiggle room which was nice, but I just couldnâ€™t get comfortable. My back and my legs ached and nothing I did could fix it.
And then came something I really should have been prepared for, but absolutely wasnâ€™t.
And nothing I tried could drown him out. I tried playing music. First I tried classical since thatâ€™s good bedtime music, but nope I could still hear him. Then I tried some funky rock-pop and I could kind of drown him out, but I couldnâ€™t fall asleep to it. So I wound up listening to all different kinds of music switched back and forth the entire night. And, for the most part, I could still hear him. It was a restless night. I probably got four miserable hours of patchy sleep. But, surprisingly Iâ€™m not too tired yet.
Took a while to leave the plane.
The building is nice. My flat is on the fifth floor (which is actually the sixth floor in the American system) and the elevators are really slow. The suite itself is really nice. A nicer kitchen, common room, and bathroom than I had in New York. My room is pretty small; Iâ€™d say it has the same amount of walking room as my room first semester last year :/ But overall itâ€™s quaint and has a decent amount of drawer space and an armoire.
After unpacking and settling in I needed to go the drug store. So I walked the 20 minutes or so and then, joy oh joy, itâ€™s closed on Saturdays and Sundays! Sorry, London, but how can you be a bustling metropolis if your stores just close for the entire weekend? It doesnâ€™t make much sense to me.
Then, the icing on the cake, the Internet wasnâ€™t working. And it wasnâ€™t working for anyone. So Iâ€™m writing this entry hours after arriving, but who knows when Iâ€™ll actually be able to post it. [edit: it I just got wireless working. My fault completely; gave the wrong MAC address]
I havenâ€™t eaten since last night and now itâ€™s past 3:00. Thereâ€™s a grocery down the block. I walked into it on my way back from my drugstore bust and it was kinda weird. The prices, converted to dollars, were a lot cheaper than I expected--bordering New York and Maryland prices, closer to Maryland. But all the brands are really weird. The logos look similar to American brands and the names kinda sorta look the same.
The neighborhood seems nice. Itâ€™s a lot different than Broome Street. Itâ€™s a longer walk to get to places (like the shops) but there is a supermarket, post office, Subway (the fine dining establishment), and (yippee!) a KFC all nearby. And there was this cute little farmerâ€™s market right outside the place I got my phone card, but I was too frazzled to appreciate it.
My classes donâ€™t start until Tuesday. Tomorrow is class orientation, so Iâ€™ll get acquainted with the school building and figure out the best way to get there. Then hopefully the rest of the day I can explore the area by class and the dorm.