partly coudy with a chance of rain in London

I'll be honest. I didn't want to come. I didn't want to leave home. I didn't want to pack and organize for study abroad. I didn't want to meet new people. I didn't want.... (you get the point)

But a week later, as I'm sitting on my bed contemplating if I want to start an new entry in this 'blog', I can confidently say that things are looking a little bit sunnier (Ahaha, funny b/c I've only seen the sun once since I landed here in London... but more about that later.)

Today's date is January 21st, 2010 at 2:32 AM. (9:32pm NYC time)

It's been 8 days since I've landed in London. I've been here before too, summer of my junior year in high school. I came with People to People Student Ambassadors and I can remember feeling excitement mixed with a generous douse of apprehension.This time around I felt more of a sense of dread... I was just so

comfortable at home.

And now I'm being forced to leave the country for 6 months! I

packed my bags the day of my flight, collected $____ in cash from my dad, stole my mother's laptop (since mine conveniently broke a week before my departure) and left home with only short goodbye to Mom and May...

(Isn't she cute?!?!?! I LOVE MAY!)

I don't really know what I was expecting. I guess you could say I was looking forward to seeing my friends and traveling across Europe hopefully within the month. Little else apart from that... rumors were that classes were hard, weather was mostly cloudy, and food at best mediocre.

After a week, the rumors proved true. The classes are hard, the weather mostly cloudy and I won't mention the food. On top of the that British Pound is a form of legal thievery, campus is a 30min walk from my dormitory AND I completely fail at integrating myself into British society. Is it to much to want one cute, intelligent British boy to introduce himself to me and declare his undying love? Not to mention have him be (most conveniently) ridiculously wealthy and charming? *Sigh...a bit of wishful thinking on my part...

At the very least, I always have my friends to pull me up... both here and at home, talking with them has really made the difference and I honestly can't imagine what I would do without Skype. Hahaha. I do wish that a few of them could be here with me, it would make all the difference.