I am off on another trip!
Last minute adventures has seriously been my thing lately and I don't hate it. Yesterday I was trying desperately to figure out what activities I could plan for myself this weekend in order to avoid dying of boredom while my roommates all participated in sorority recruitment. I literally had from Thursday at two p.m. til Tuesday morning free because of the long weekend and I knew no amount of binge-(re)watching One Tree Hill would satisfy me. So I bought a ticket!
Tess lent me some black clothing and a leather jacket and my bags were packed.
I am off to NYC to visit Emma!
I am even on the bus as I type this on my handy new iPad keyboard.
I am so excited. Even though I am not the biggest fan of the city I do appreciate it for a weekend adventure. And more importantly, I cannot wait to catch up with Emma. Considering how inseperable we were for almost all of Freshman and Sophomore year it is INSANE to me that it's been almost two years since we last saw each other. Time really does go too fast.
I don't really know what we hve planned this weekend but she mentioned Tea at Bergdorf's which sounds fancy and also very British so of course I'm down. I'd love to see the Met and be a little touristy and of course have a proper NYC brunch (#eatingfortheinsta). No matter what we do I know it'll be great to spend time with a good friend and explore a new city. I'll keep ya updated!
But,
technically, that means that there are only 172 days left to do totally
irresponsible things and have it still be kind of, technically, OK.
That's what I am telling myself anyway in order to justify spending what is almost literally half of my life savings on an impulsive trip to London--again!
I cannot wait.
I've written about this before but I think one of the best feelings in the whole world is being able to return to a place that you thought you were done with. A good place. A place with memories loaded into every sight, smell, sound, touch and taste. Feelings that you never thought you'd be lucky enough to feel again, except in your memories.
That's how I felt returning to Hayward two summers ago.
And that's how I feel about going back to London.
Of course I am already plotting out my trips back to the London Eye, Buckingham, Harrod's, Westminster and all the other typical tourist sights, but more so, I can't wait to see the things I thought I took for granted. My old street, my 'home' tube station, the grocery store under my flat.
My parents weren't exactly thrilled about my investment in exploration but when opportunity arises, I say take it, and figure out the rest later.
That's what I am telling myself anyway in order to justify spending what is almost literally half of my life savings on an impulsive trip to London--again!
I cannot wait.
I've written about this before but I think one of the best feelings in the whole world is being able to return to a place that you thought you were done with. A good place. A place with memories loaded into every sight, smell, sound, touch and taste. Feelings that you never thought you'd be lucky enough to feel again, except in your memories.
That's how I felt returning to Hayward two summers ago.
And that's how I feel about going back to London.
Of course I am already plotting out my trips back to the London Eye, Buckingham, Harrod's, Westminster and all the other typical tourist sights, but more so, I can't wait to see the things I thought I took for granted. My old street, my 'home' tube station, the grocery store under my flat.
My parents weren't exactly thrilled about my investment in exploration but when opportunity arises, I say take it, and figure out the rest later.
