Something to find.

Ya'll ready for this? The first thing you should know is that I never wanted to be a blogger. I never felt like word vomitting my life in to cyber space for everyone to read, partially because I'm kind of a private, more one-on-one type of person who thinks no one really cares about my day to day life happenings, partially because it's a committment, and partially because there are parts of my life that I need to hide from the public, and I know there will be times when I have urges to word splurge and dump my emo-side on to this web page where I think it won't really matter because I think no one really cares...but you do. I guess I'll just keep the private in my journal. The fact is I am now in another country studying abroad where connection with my former life is limited and disconnect is unwanted...especially for the other side. SO I am starting a blog to keep you all superficially informed on my experiences in the UK without you. Seriously, I'm doing this specifically for you. :) Who knows if I'll keep writing after my time in London is spent, but the good news is I'm sure once I get more comfortable with the idea of throwing up my feelings in words, I'll let you further in. So it begins...

I am an insomniac and changing time zones in to lost days does not hinder my lifestyle. I'm going on day 4 with no sleep, half of which I've spent sitting on a plane, and for those of you who know me, I hate sitting, especially still. Sleeping vertically challenges the process of your rem cycle, which I never hit. On top of that, I had to go through security, again, in the Newark airport where they lie to you and tell you you can take bottled water through to the other side when in fact you can't and end up having to throw it away (and they say they are trying to preserve our earth when they maliciously make us the culprits of destroying it). They also almost made me pay a $120 charge to check my carry-on bag because they decided it was too big, even though my bag was in fact within the size and weight restrictions. Thank you God for courage. I was also questioned if I had any weapons on me by an Arabian flight attendant before I boarded one flight, and was also searched a second time because Delta is paranoid that their security isn't good enough, so they do embarrassing random pat downs as you board the plane. Or perhaps it's because I'm Asain. Really people, as a minority and a female, I think about those things. What ev, I'm over it. Other than that, I've had a good experience thus far. I've met some people I know I'll get along with, included the study abroad staff. I'm excited to form relationships with them and do life with them. I have my own room with a sink and a window, which happens to be on the very top floor. Elevators don't exist in London, so I guess the dancer out of all people gets the extra exercise. I share toilets that have a hard time flushing, as well as showers that have no power in their rain, but they will suffice. We have a kitchen and a garden in the back, and we are lucky to be living in one of the nicest, ritziest, places in London: Notting Hill. Overall, it's clean, and surprisingly spacious. IFSA-Butler obviously takes care of their students and I have felt welcomed and comfortable here. Maybe too much so. But I'll always have my mother's nagging voice in the back of my mind that will have me wary of every step I take and every person I bump in to. Thanks mom. ;)

Orientation will last the rest of the week and I am excited for what is in store. My heart's desire is that there will be much to find and that much will be found while I am living in this vast, beautiful, art thriving, city. God sent me, I went. God has plans for me, and I am living it up. I don't want to miss a thing.

That's all for now. This was actually kind of fun. Hope I impressed you, cause really, this is all for you. Love you guys. Shut eye time.