Its been a month since I left Utah. Left Dooney. Left my comfy Queen sized bed. Left the comforts of home. Left my BFF (S/O to Madison). But guess what? I'm totes okay and hardly even homesick. I miss sitting on the couch with Dooney boy and my sisters and watching Keeping up with the Kardashians, which started again last night and I didn't even get to watch it, but besides that I am really loving every moment here. Except for the moments where I find my shared kitchen a total disaster, or surprises in my shared bathroom. But really. London is fantastic. I love my life.
On Saturday, we slept in late. Did laundry. Went to Nandos. Chilled.
On Sunday, we went to the singles ward. Made so many new chill friends. This girl, Sariah, is from the US and is here nannying and pursuing acting. She was so genuine and spunky. We are going out to lunch with her tomorrow.
Here are some random photos of me, stolen from my friends.
We had to write a response to an article (link below) on walking through London. It was nice to do some creative writing since most of the writing we have done hasn't been super fun.
“We were not walking for health or to educate ourselves. We were walking to find the perfect cup of hot chocolate.” I really liked this line, because I can relate to it with my whole being. Yes, I fall in love with each old building covered in green moss frosting. I open my mouth in awe, and fawn over the history before me, snap pictures hoping to capture some of the magnificence. But, when I pass by a bakery, a patisserie, or a boulangerie it is a spiritual experience. However, I want to devour the places I see, like I devour a pain du chocolate. Seeing Big Ben for the first time was weird. Weird because I thought it stood alone, a giant clock for the city. It was shown as just a stand alone building in the Disneyland Ride, Peter Pan’s Flight, and I assumed Disney wasn’t lying to me. I feel a little cheated. I want to keep my eyes open wide, taking the the city, the buildings, the topiaries, the people on the street. I want to smell the aromas of fresh baked bread and dusty ancient cathedrals. I’ll pass on the ever lingering stench of cigarette smoke. I want to be in the moment, taking in everything, so I can map the city in my mind, and stroll through the streets in my thoughts, years from now.
http://www.rogerebert.com/rogers-journal/the-london-perambulator
xx Jac
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