Leaving London

It's officially, I no longer live in London. So sad.  I really miss it.  Darcee came to help me move home and after a week galavanting around Europe, we arrived home jet lagged and exhausted. 

Getting all my stuff home deserves a post of its own--it was quite the ordeal.  Thanks to the best Sherpa ever!

It still hasn't set in that I no longer live in London.  I kind of feel like I'm on an extended trip home and I will be returning to my flat, my friends, and my life. In an effort to soak up as much London as possible, I spent the last few weeks checking off my London bucket list, which included:

Visiting the Victoria and Albert Museum. 

 

Destruction from WWII

Learn to make real Indian food 

 

One last shopping trip on Oxford Street--they were already geared up for Christmas.

 Celebrating Halloween with friends.

 Hanging out in my neighborhood.

 See a famous person--I saw Anthony Hopkins filming a movie last week. 

Take a final pic of the pizza boxes.  As you can see there is literally no more room.  I threw a pizza box away thinking that since there is no room now, we could start throwing them away.  I got in trouble--apparently there is room on the sides to stack.  I wonder why I didn't think of that.

 One last stop at school. 

Say goodbye to my favorite people. 

Dinner with the boys at the OXO Tower.

In no particular order, here is a list of what I will miss the most about London:
-Getting blitzed with the boys
-Accents...they're hot
-Shopping especially on Oxford Street and in Camden
-Using words like 'trousers' and 'rubbish'
-Dinners with my school girlfriends
-Jogging in Primrose Hill
-Being a quick and cheap plane/train ride away from the rest of Europe

It also makes me sad that I am no longer living the real live version of 'New Girl'.  I love this show mostly because I watch it and feel like it is my life. I literally cried during the first episode of the second season because it felt a little too real.  This is not the forum to express how I really feel about leaving my flatmates, mostly because they read this and I don't want them to get fuller of themselves than they already are.  However, I will really miss late night chats, watching football matches, making cookies, the bees, and learning more about men than I ever wanted too. 

What I won't miss about London:
-My UK cell phone

Bet no one has used a phone like this in 10 years. 

-Unpredictable shower temperatures and no water pressure
-Calculating the time difference of someone from home I'm trying to get a hold of
-The inability to get a summer tan
-Calculating the exchange rate
-Mice in the winter
-Not having a clothes dryer


Ironically, the night before leaving the UK, I found out officially I had passed my degree.  To make a really long story short, there was a time when I realistically did not think this would happen.  I was more than thrilled as you can tell by the pic of my finding out I passed below.  It felt great to leave London knowing I had accomplished what I came to do.  And knowing I get to come back in March for graduation made leaving a little easier. All are invited for a trip back across the pond in March for the big celebration!

For the time being, I am going to spend my time enjoying the holidays with my family and apply for jobs on the west coast (and maybe a few in London...don't tell my mom).  I'm excited for another extended time period with the fam and hope they won't get too sick of me before I can find a job.

The welcome home party.