Disoriented

I'm here. I am in LONDON. It is so weird. So surreal. LIke literally feels like a dream. Well maybe that is because I am not quit sure when the last time I slept was. But it is finally nighttime here in London so I can FINALLY get some rest and hopefully get over the jet lag soon. But first. I will recount the last I don't know how many hours. The time change messes everything up. Anyway.... After 2 hours of sleep, I made my way to the airport. The excitement finally hit me so I really wasn't tired at all. I was very proud that my suitcase weighed under 50 pounds. (It was a close one) 

My flight to New York was... interesting Sadly, I somehow got somewhat separated from the grop and sat in the middle of about 10 old ladies. I dont know if it was a bingo reunion or what... but they were LOUD. They were pretty funny. So those 4 hours and 41 minutes went by pretty slowly. Then we had a three and a half hour layover in JFK but that wasn't as bad. We all just sat and hung out as a group. I started feeling the exhaustion when we borded the next flight. I was out before the plane even took off. I think for 7 hour flight I was awake for maybe an hour of it. I woke up here and there to hear the couple sitting next to me fight over what touristy thing to do on there week vacation in london.

We landed and flew through immigration and customs. Then the hard part. We were instructed to take the tube to a stop about five blocks from the flat we were staying in. After finally finding the right place to buy the ticket and boarding successfully, we patiently waited 14 stops until we made it to our arrival. We then had to hall our luggage for what felt like forever. I instantly regretted packing so much. My hands still hurt. But we made it. We sat around for about an hour and waited for everyone in the program to arrive. We unpacked, went to the bank, walked around the park, went to the grocery store... did everything we could to not fall asleep.

Around 6 a few of us decided for our first night we should go out and get a traditional english meal.

I am not the hugest fan of fish but it was surprisingly tasty. My dad told me I would get hooked on them but I dont think I loved them that much. By then it was 7 or so and we decided we wouldn't let ourselves go to sleep until 9. So we did what any rational mormon college student would do. We had a mini dance party.