Not going to lie, it’s weird being home. I miss the Tube, I miss Trafalgar Square, I miss Speedy’s, I miss foggy mornings and passing by St. Bart’s Hospital on the bus in the mornings and a million other things. I even miss carrying my Oyster card and UK mobile, because it meant I was still in London.
Life is so quiet, and everything’s pretty much the same as when I left it. Almost like a whole three and a half crazy months were an incredible dream. Which it was, believe me. I’d been aching to go to London every since I was a little kid. Something about it always seemed so magical.
Parents were super excited to see me, and everyone wants to talk about London, so that’s been pretty great. Talking about it keeps London alive. Reminds me that it happened. I’m still rubbing it in that I met Tom Hiddleston.
I went to my high school as soon as I got back, and it was so lovely to see all my teachers and show them how I’ve grown. I feel different from being in London. I feel like I’m more me, if that makes any sense. London definitely helped me figure a few things out about myself and what’s really important to me. It’s a nice feeling.
I miss London. I miss it every day, and I know that I’m itching for my chance to be back, but I like that being home has allowed me to see what I’ve brought with me. It shows that I adjusted to a new life because things felt different and were a bit odd when I got back. I know that I love London beyond belief. I’ve learned which friends want to stay in contact. I figured out a ton about living on my own and how to keep a flat together. I met some incredible people, did some unbelievable things. I still need to meet Benedict Cumberbatch….
Anyways, next semester will be a big shift, but changes are good. They keep life exciting, and that adjustment will certainly keep me from being bored next semester, which is probably my biggest fear. I want challenges and excitement, and I know Skidmore will give that to me, but I have a tendency to worry.
Till next semester! xx
P.S. Guess it’s a good time to mention that after seeing the writers, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss (also Mycroft Holmes on the show) of Sherlock talk, I was lucky enough to meet them at book signing a few weeks later. My life is seriously ridiculous and wonderful.