(Journal, July 28, 2010) Firsts will always be uncomfortable, awkward and a little bit alien. Be it your first kiss, first period, first drive alone, first brush with the tampon, first day of college, first heartbreak, first anything and everything, you’re caught a little bit off guard and you find yourself second guessing and self-doubting … Continue reading Uncomfortable Firsts
JOURNAL ENTRY: JULY 25, 2010 Dear Journal, This largely feels like bouncing my thoughts off the wall or desperately seeking comfort by talking to myself even. Here I am, seeking to unload to whoever might care to listen to my tormented whispering voice. Today, I checked into the Twyford Court (University of Surrey, Guildford, London) … Continue reading Get Out, Get Off.
Oxford Circus Regent St. Near Picadilly Buckingham Palace St. James’ Park Trafalgar Square National Gallery Big Ben The London Eye Westminster Abbey St. Paul’s Cathedral Millenium Bridge The Tate Modern Shakespeare’s Globe Southwark London Bridge Les Miserables Kensington Gardens Kensington Palace Kensington High Street (Lunch at Cote) Notting Hill Portobello Market (Portobello Road) SOHO Victoria … Continue reading London Snap Shots
There are a few times in life when you’re bowled over by something, smitten with someone and just completely floored by life and its endless possibilities. It’s moments like that, moments which, however fleeting, leave you wanting more and more of life. I realize that while I have the cake, I want to eat it … Continue reading To London, with Love.
Yesterday, I met and made a friend. His name? Richard. Let me give you the 411. He's got the most intricately shaped nose I've seen my entire life. It's long and arched so perfectly, I couldn't help but stare. He's British but he didn't have the typical tight upper lip we oft get turned off … Continue reading The Richard and I
I don't think I've ever walked as much in my life. Since the brush with independence and isolation boosted my confidence a little bit, I decided that walking and exploring Portsmouth would be a breeze. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the excitement of it all. But I didn't feel the pang and … Continue reading Day 3: Portsmouth, England
I'll be honest. A huge chunk of me was pissed off that I wasn't going to stay in central London right away. I was going to live with an aunt in Fareham, England for a bit before taking the plunge. There was something so ho-hum, humdrum about it. I wanted to pull my hair or... … Continue reading Day 2: Porchester, England
*I'm copying this verbatim from my newly devirginized diary. My laptop conked out on me on my first day because I forgot to bring a universal adaptor. So here go my written ramblings and scattered thoughts---the scribbles of my handy dandy notebook. In hindsight, it was smart of me to bring a journal. I thought … Continue reading Day 1: Heathrow, London & Fareham, England
Dear Journal, I haven't written in days. I've been going insane with the last minute preparations. Although I'm tempted to downplay my fear and to feign nonchalance, I'm not that good an actress. I'm out of my wits and scared shitless. Here goes my greatest adventure/biggest leap to date. Here's to not falling on my … Continue reading Hello London, here I come.
Today of all days, I decided not to bring my umbrella, confidently assuming that it wouldn't pour. Today of all days, I was wrong. There goes the brush with reality and the burst of the bubble we often think we're impervious to. We can be such arrogant schmucks at times, thinking destiny to be easily … Continue reading Rain On My Parade