YOLO: You Only London Once

It may not make much sense, but this version of YOLO is the theme of the semester. For example, if something costs an obscene 40 pounds but you really want to do it……YOLO. If you want to cross the street but the green man walk sign isn’t lit and cars are coming your way but you don’t know which way to look since Brits drive on the other side of the road……YOLO. You had some money stolen from you? It’s okay because you’re in London…YOLO. Essentially, we’re only here for four months, so why not do everything, even if you wouldn’t do it back in the states?

Tomorrow marks the one week anniversary since arriving in London, and it has been absolutely crazy. Our cab driver at the airport was the first British citizen I have ever met, and he made a good first impression. He answered all of my stupid questions with zero judgment, and he was incredibly funny. From then on, my experience with Brits have been positive. The stereotype in America is that the British are reserved, cold, and unfriendly; however, I have found that all of those are false. As the assistant director of the program I’m in said during orientation, the British are shy at first because that’s how they are raised–to mind their own business–but once you scratch the surface, they are incredibly open and warm. Everyone here is so willing to help us, incredibly nice, very friendly, and very chatty, which is perfect.

As soon as I stepped into my room at Nido, our home for the next four months, I wanted to jump on the first flight back home. I was an ocean away from home in a completely new city (a very big city, mind you) and with new people. I wanted to go back to everything that was familiar to me. But, my roommate (who is the bomb, by the way), quickly assured me that everything will be alright, and also that getting on the first flight back to the states was impossible and I needed to suck it up for the next four and a half months. Needless to say, it was a big pill to swallow, but I did it, and I’m ready to take on London.

We started our classes on Monday, and I’m excited for the semester. I’m knocking out business classes and taking a film studies class about finding the British identity by watching British films. I’m not a movie guru, but I’ll take what I can get. I’m already done for the week because Wednesdays and Thursdays are set aside for my internship, and I’m all about having Fridays off. Whaddup three-day weekends?!

So far, London has been a dream. I’ve visited the Queen’s castle in Windsor, walked around at night to see the city all lit up, enjoyed the view from the 32nd floor at the Skybar Cafe, and began travel plans to Prague, Brussels, Barcelona, Paris, and Ireland. It still hasn’t hit me that I’m living in London and this is real life, but I don’t want it to. I want to keep living this dream . I’m sure once I go back home to the states…Actually, let’s be real. I’m sure that, once I have about a month left, I’ll be calling up my parents, begging for money because I’ve spent all of mine. Then, it will hit me that I’m in London and experiencing the world, even if it means spending my life savings. Good thing that Anheuser-Busch internship is lined up for the summer.

Needless to say, London is everything I hoped it would be, and I can’t wait to see what adventures the next 13 weeks hold.

Cheers to being in London!
Cheers to being in London!
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