Day of Firsts in London
During the very first week of my 20’s, I stepped off the plane at London Heathrow after an eight-hour flight from JFK. Finally, I had left Connecticut, left North America, to embark on something entirely new. With 45 other students, I arrived at my new home for the next four months in some random place called “The South Bank.” Little did I know, I would be living in one of the city’s most vibrant areas!
I was excited, anxious, exhausted, exhilarated, and ready. I wanted to make friends, to explore, to have no regrets. Within an hour of arriving at my flat I found myself walking in an unknown direction and into Bangalore, a nearby Indian restaurant. I’d never had Indian food. I had never crossed the Atlantic Ocean. I had never been so far from home.
Later I rode the “tube” to Covent Garden after stocking my fridge up with food from a place that I referred to as “Saintsbury’s” for about a month (proper name is Sainsbury). Before this I didn’t know it was possible to love a form of public transportation, but I actually do love the tube and the London bus system. They are two great vessels on which to read, recharge, and people watch. Brits are great; They actually queue up honestly for the bus!
It was my first day of freedom from my world as I knew it. I was introduced to a new way of living. The gorgeous city, with its incredible history and remarkably unique architecture, stole my heart instantly. London hooked me. Afternoon tea, Regents Park, delicious international cuisine, a mind-blowing nightlife, the slang, the tube, the markets. That day my travel bug grew into a flame burning to see the world and see it well. It’s not going out any time soon.