As someone who had never traveled outside my own country, minus eating lunch on the Canada side of Niagara Falls when I was 10, I was unsure what to expect when my plane took off for a nine hour flight to the UK.
Would I feel lost? Would I feel like a definite foreigner? Would I stand out?
We landed and I walked through the lines to customs, feeling slightly nervous and out of place. A jolly old man took my passport and said, "In case you're wondering, the royal baby isn't here yet!" Then I knew that I was over-thinking it all. ha.
There is something magical about London, I can't explain it but I'm enjoying it each day. I love walking through the streets, over-hearing the accents and bits of everyday culture that are different than mine. The people-watching on the tube is extraordinary. I love observing the fantastic fashion all around me. So on point. I definitely need to buy more black. Being surrounded by history and culture every where I walk feels un-real. ("That building was built in WHAT century?")
I like you London. You are worth the jet-lag. That's saying a lot because it felt like a near death experience. The end.
leaving vegas.
london from the plane
first stamp in the passport. #milestones
success. kiss that ground. #figuratively