Onward and Upward, literally.

I have moved for the second time in a week. To a different room in the same residence hall (though literally the same exact layout-just the mirror image).

I am now on the top floor (6) with older (22-25ish), international students=much more my speed.

I am still not quite sure why I decided to live in the halls, but moving on...

Oh, and my room is not as drab as it looks in the picture! But it definitely needs some work. More on that later.

"If a lot of your friends are married, does that mean you have come looking for a husband?"

The above question was asked by my flatmate's friend, Lucy. Lucy is 18. Yes, my flatmates are 18 and 19 years old. I am apparently going to be the house Mum. Lucy also kept saying "I can't believe you are 10 years older than me." Neither can I Lucy, neither can I. But, on the upside, they seem very sweet and so I am trying to embrace the return to my youth. For now. I am going to come home looking and acting like a 19 year old Brit.

In other news, I opened a bank account today, bought some food (I love Marks and Spencer) and a plant. Next on the agenda is unlocking my iPhone so I can hook it up to the 02 network here. Which, I might add, is way cheaper than AT&T and the service is supposed to be better. Most of you know how I feel about AT&T: not good.

Also on my agenda is trying to understand what people are saying.

T-one week.

I have been urged by people to keep a blog while I am in London (okay, one person, but still, it was a good idea). So, here goes! It will hopefully be an eventful year filled with short and witty blog postings and pictures.

But for now, packing...(which stirs up a lot of dust. So, I sneeze constantly and should really invest in a mask. An said I sound like a pug.)