this last week was the beginning of the rest of my life.
about a year ago i decided to try to go on study abroad before my mission.
a few months ago my wish became a reality and i was accepted to the summer london study abroad program with byu.
needless to say i'm on top of the world, moving away from home straight out of high school and living with about thirty-two other people in a foreign country, completely on my own. {insert cringing face here}. it's definitely a big change for me, considering i was practically spoon fed at home {so grateful mom and dad}.
but really. it's good. i think i'm ready to move out of the nest. i mean, i better be, cause it's too late now..
before i get all sappy and emotional about growing up, here's a recap of my first week in the most amazing city.
i left early sunday morning with my sister, anna and parents, and made sure to wave to them every two minutes from the security line. after watching my pancake mix being pulled out of my bag and inspected {mister you better put that back in there right now or things are going to get messy} i was off to london town.
after a long flight {loooooooooong} and doing my best to avoid the nice gentlemen who offered to travel with me to london from the airport {look away. look awayyy} i landed in london. i have this weird thing where i look at myself from the outside? my thoughts as follows: liv. you're in london. england. liv. london. look at those trees. look out the window. you've never laid eyes on that before.
the trek to my professors' apartment was lengthy but i did get to ride in my first london taxi. yes, i am that awkward american tourist who doesn't know to press the button to talk to the driver. liv. he can't hear you. li- ugh.
after i eat some chocolate at the flat {does this need an explanation?} i, with the rest of the girls, pull our sixty-seven pound suitcases across town. how did i get on the plane with a sixty-seven pound suitcase? nope, not telling. it's a secret. however it may have involved a smart sister, an aching back, and some serious re-packing.
where am i? oh yes. the trek. THE TREK. i've never known so many ways to look like an idiot whilst pushing a suit case. but can i just ask, what really is the point of those bumpy yellow sidewalks by cross walks? nothing, i declare! only to make my life more difficult. "how dare you!"
the rest of the story is history, or for tomorrow's post i guess. coming up, how much food can liv possibly fit inside her person? intriguing, i know.
tally ho!
about a year ago i decided to try to go on study abroad before my mission.
a few months ago my wish became a reality and i was accepted to the summer london study abroad program with byu.
needless to say i'm on top of the world, moving away from home straight out of high school and living with about thirty-two other people in a foreign country, completely on my own. {insert cringing face here}. it's definitely a big change for me, considering i was practically spoon fed at home {so grateful mom and dad}.
but really. it's good. i think i'm ready to move out of the nest. i mean, i better be, cause it's too late now..
before i get all sappy and emotional about growing up, here's a recap of my first week in the most amazing city.
i left early sunday morning with my sister, anna and parents, and made sure to wave to them every two minutes from the security line. after watching my pancake mix being pulled out of my bag and inspected {mister you better put that back in there right now or things are going to get messy} i was off to london town.
after a long flight {loooooooooong} and doing my best to avoid the nice gentlemen who offered to travel with me to london from the airport {look away. look awayyy} i landed in london. i have this weird thing where i look at myself from the outside? my thoughts as follows: liv. you're in london. england. liv. london. look at those trees. look out the window. you've never laid eyes on that before.
the trek to my professors' apartment was lengthy but i did get to ride in my first london taxi. yes, i am that awkward american tourist who doesn't know to press the button to talk to the driver. liv. he can't hear you. li- ugh.
after i eat some chocolate at the flat {does this need an explanation?} i, with the rest of the girls, pull our sixty-seven pound suitcases across town. how did i get on the plane with a sixty-seven pound suitcase? nope, not telling. it's a secret. however it may have involved a smart sister, an aching back, and some serious re-packing.
where am i? oh yes. the trek. THE TREK. i've never known so many ways to look like an idiot whilst pushing a suit case. but can i just ask, what really is the point of those bumpy yellow sidewalks by cross walks? nothing, i declare! only to make my life more difficult. "how dare you!"
the rest of the story is history, or for tomorrow's post i guess. coming up, how much food can liv possibly fit inside her person? intriguing, i know.
tally ho!