So, it is technically day two but this will still be about the day of my arrival. Day Zero, perhaps? Anyway, my flight was delayed three hours and I ended up getting here (lovely Liberty Fields, check it out!) way too late to do some last minute shopping. So, feeling somewhat isolated and hungry, I unpacked, booted my laptop up, set up the internet access, and tried to feel less crushingly lonesome.
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| How do you make the unfamiliar more welcoming? You make it yours! |
It worked. I chatted with some of my friends, configured this new blog and now I'm feeling ready for bed. I have an early start tomorrow, after all.
I like being here. I look forward to meeting new people, exploring London, attending classes, having a few laughs. But part of me misses home already. The comfort of the familiar. But I don't listen to that part of me. I keep my chin up and I face whatever comes my way.
I'm a stranger in a strange land, and these are my tales.
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