A very boring entry, so please bear with. It’s late and not much !!! went on today except sitting and listening. So I apologize for a picture-less entry.
Today a scheduled fire drill woke us up at 9:15 and it was windyyyy outside. The greatest news: still no sign of rain. Pre-class preparatory lectures were given on abroad policies, Britain & Europe and Empire/Britain at the Royal Geographical Society on Exhibition Road from 10am-4:30pm. Afterwards, Zach and Melissa and I went to Sainsbury’s to get some more supplies for the room (like Milk Chocolate Digestives and pink toilet paper!) before heading back. I took a nap during the interval, then at 6:45 the Sorbonne’s Basement & 1st Floor kids went out with our RA Chris to this restaurant called Dim T, where I ordered some steamed white rice and Chicken Katsu Curry for £9.60. It was delicious, and I still have half left over for dinner tomorrow.
After Melissa and I searched and found a post box for her letter, we went back to the room to find our roommate Jennifer sipping some cheap white wine. We both decided to have glasses. Melissa and I had talked about going out for a pint and possibly taking a walk down to Piccadilly Circus or taking the tube to Westminster to see the lights of Parliament but were sidetracked by roommate Kelly’s mom who came to chat. Yadda yadda yadda. We didn’t go out after all, but instead wrote down a list of the things we wanted to cover on our own while on our stay:
– pictures of Parliament at night
– drink a good pint at a historic English pub
– shop at Harrods
– ride on top of a double decker bus
– take a photo inside a red phonebooth
– stand on Platform 9 3/4
– attend a Westminster morning service
– take a picture with a palace guard
– Trafalgar Square
– Portobello Road
– Hampton Court Palace
– St. Paul’s Cathedral
But then we got sidetracked when like 10 people streamed in with our other roommates to invite us out clubbing, to which we responsibly said no! Because we have lectures at 9:15 tomorrow morning. Then I iChatted with Mark, took a shower, cleaned the dishes, tidied up the room, and wrote this entry!
I have dreamed of coming to London my entire life, and I am finally here. But what is most startling, and what I think about most often, is how really familiar London feels, as if I’d been here years before. Italy felt like some fantasy land, some visually stimulating fairy tale, but London has so far proven to be so much more present, so much more tangible. I really, really thought it would be as magical and as perfect as I dreamed it would be. But it isn’t magical. London, everything about it, holds some comfort I cannot quite place. As if it were providing clarity in a way that no stories or family history could have ever granted. Coming to London has not made me fall any more in love with it because I have been in love with it all along. I am just now able to do what I was meant to do here. I was meant to live.