There really is a garden at Pembridge Gardens

I have arrived in London.

Despite the fact that it hasn't rained since I've been here, everything is damp. The air is very moist (sorry, Laura, if you are reading) and you can smell it. The bus ride to Pembridge Gardens was overwhelming. I did learn during that time that "to set" means "for lease." At least I think so. And we passed Marks & Spencer!

I am living in a lovely little single room, plenty big enough for me - almost the size of my dorm at Quinnipiac last semester, which was for two people. I have two huge windows that look out back on a quaint garden. I have to share a toilet and shower, but I do have a sink in my room, convenient for washing my face and brushing my teeth. All of the Birkbeck dorms are in the same building as Butler, which means if I need anything, it's right downstairs. I bet that makes you feel better, Mom.

The trip itself was very tiring. It felt a lot longer than it actually was. Carrying my suitcases has made my arms rather sore, but putting my things away and realizing I hadn't forgotten anything made it worthwhile.. even when I carried all three bags up the staircase at Pembridge Gardens (and also carried one of them up an extra floor by accident). I must say that taking a nap and washing my face with cold water has never felt so refreshing.

I made several friends at the airport, many that are going to different schools but that I hope to stay in touch with nonetheless. I've started to use my London city moleskine, and it is already becoming my favorite accessory. Right now, I think the only things I still need are some tissues and some water.

There are orientation events tonight and tomorrow, and tomorrow evening we are going to see a play!


I miss home, I swear...


Cheers,
B.
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Now playing: Manchester Orchestra - Now That You're Home