On My Year in London, Pt. 1

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Whenever I hear music from my workout playlist it instantly reminds me of London. I spent a year there and I know it is really weird that I barely ever mentioned it on this blog. Part of the reason was that I was busy having fun, because– HELLO I was in London, and the other parts I was having “moments” that I just did not want to talk about on my blog. But the good news is that I have a ton of pictures from my year there, my travels, and lots of blogging material. So now I’ll let people what I did there, besides I want to break up the baby blogging, my life is revolving around it right now and I can use the mental break.

Anyway, after I got settled at my first (out of three) place in London, I spent a lot of free time working out at the gym on my street and running to Primrose Hill or Regent’s Park, because it was so close to my flat. I lived with the weirdest landlady, who I’m sure did not give me her real name and used a flip phone. The flat and location were perfect. I lived right above a Waitrose, which is the American equivalent of a fancy grocery store, but not as fancy as Whole Foods, because they had a Whole Foods in London that I went to.. and it was much more expensive. I still went anyway, because.. I’m American. I also had a really nice doorman (porter), and a sexy elevator that reminded me of Grey’s Anatomy. As soon as I opened the door to my flat building to go outside, right across the street was the Finchley Road tube station and also a small shopping center. Trust me, living really close to a nice flat next to a tube station was heaven sent and SO convenient. Half a mile down the road was my gym, which was pretty nice by my standards and had a hot trainer that was always friendly with me. I hate distractions at the gym, but.. if it’s a really good one, I’ll welcome it.

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Basically, it was the perfect place for me, aside from the crazy landlady that I didn’t trust and the expensive price tag.

Then there was university, which was the reason I came to London in the first place.  I don’t know what I was thinking leaving so much time in between undergrad and postgrad.  It had been about 3 and a half years since I had set foot inside a classroom, and I swear it took that whole first term for my brain to even get with the program.  Not to mention, my undergrad degree was in psychology and this program was based in sociology/political sciences.  My professors might as well have spoken French to me for a couple of months. Not having to use your brain in that way in years and then having to think critically all the time, especially about a different subject, was so difficult for me.  All of this on top of trying to adjust to a completely different culture.  I will say this though, even though it was a challenge, completing it was so rewarding.  Who knows maybe I’ll bite the bullet and get a doctorate.  Maybe.

This post was more of a introduction to my year in London series.  I have a lot to cover, from my favorite places, meeting new people, meeting David Beckham*, traveling to other countries, the agonies of grad school, and general London information from my point of view.  My second installment will be on Thursday, and I’ll keep posting about London on Thursdays.. because TBT, naturally.  If by chance you want me to talk about anything specific feel free to contact me by the form on this page. Until next time..

*Yea, you read that correctly.  And to my friends, I will NEVER let y’all forget it.  EVER!

 

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