Getting Lost, In a Good Way

Last night, I got terribly and incredibly lost on the underground in London. Whilst I was frustrated, tired and upset, I also had a moment of clarity--every person going abroad has experienced this. So here I am...a little lost in my new country, haphazardly trying to find my way while also finding the humor in it all.

Of course, I started laughing to myself once I realized this and probably looked NUTZO to the other passengers. I blame my delirium--I had been on the trains and buses for about 4 hours trying to get to my destination, which of course I never got to and chose to go back home instead.

Home. This place is my new home. Taking the good with the bad, I'm starting to embrace that concept.

Enough talk, here a few photos for your viewing pleasure:

Remember Mo the Morning Monster? He and I were ready to go waiting to catch our night flight to London!  

Arriving on campus...

A visit to a pub in Richmond was in order :D  

Complete with a very delicious chicken and ham pie. Yummmmmmmmm. And with a side of "chips."  

 Walking about London...

Aaaaand, I just had to get one of these shots. 

And so there you have it. I've already reached lows (getting lost) and highs (hello...pub food?) while being here. I'm sort of having a blast so far. But maybe I won't be saying that on the 24th, because that's when classes start. Guess I better live up this week!