I’ve been in England for a week now.
I have spent one fantastic day wandering around central London with my good friend Ceri.
I have trudged up the hill from the High Street to the university more times than I can count, usually weighed down with bags of goods, such as one plate, one bowl, and one cup (because space is limited, so my flatmates and I each own one of every necessary kitchen item and no more than that).
I have navigated the local bus system to and from the next town all by myself.
I have taken a taxi all by myself.
Speaking of that, the fantastic day in central London also involved me navigating the rail system all by myself.
I have somewhat put my room together so that it looks like I actually live here. (Who knew there would be so many things I’d have to buy before I could actually put things away properly?)
I have spent several days sacked out on my bed, recovering from a cold.
I have met my fellow Medieval Studies students and a number of my future professors and officially enrolled for the year.
I have discovered why British people are said to have “read for” a degree. (Hint: A LOT of reading is involved…)
I have met a handful of fellow students outside of my program, both undergraduate and postgraduate, both British and international. (And I liked them, which is even better than just meeting them…)
I have been told several times that the other person likes my accent. I have also been told that I’m doing a good job of picking up British slang. (What they don’t know is that after only a week, my thoughts are already starting to have a British accent…)
I have attended an Anglican church service – and enjoyed it – and met an honest-to-goodness English vicar. (Yes, I know that he’s essentially the same thing as a pastor. But he’s called a vicar! My British-loving heart almost can’t handle the awesomeness of that.)
I have been invited to “pop round for tea.” (My British-loving heart also can’t handle the awesomeness of that non-American phrase.)
It has been a good week for me – despite getting that silly cold. But more than all of these things, I have been reminded over and over and in so many ways that this is where I am supposed to be. I don’t know what this next year will look like, but I can’t wait to find out.
Now, for those of you who have been dying to see photos of London, here are a few from my day with Ceri:
Christine & Ceri’s Selfie Tour of London
P.S. Looking at these photos reminds me of one more thing for my list: I realized that I still remember my way around central London. (Well, mostly. We definitely used maps, but there were certain places where I knew exactly what surrounded us, and it was a good feeling.)