In a before-bedtime jaunt around Reddit, I stumbled upon a thread titled “What should you do everyday?” on /r/AskReddit. Before the thread exploded in true Reddit fashion with each comment and reply reminding others the central tenants of daily activity — flossing and masturbating — in addition to the other gems, I was struck with how simple the advice was.
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Most of today was spent looking at really old things in the British Museum, while it rained and poured outside.
For some reason, I would look at an object, find how old it was on the placard, and then would do the math to see how long my remaining 21 days left in Europe was in comparison to said really old thing. Like I said in my first two blogs, this whole traveling thing is a lot harder than I thought it would be, harder than I think most people think it is. It’s challenging and I’m frequently confronted with myself, all my anxieties and flaws, whilst in a foreign place and amongst strangers (who have thus been mostly wonderful and pleasant, except the loud, older French guy in my hostel who seemingly just lies in his bed all day).In its challenge, I question my ability to actually do it, and with that comes feeling that 21 days is quite possibly the largest increment of time ever.
I woke up today to the fire alarm going off in my hostel. It was nothing, but it still forced me up which was nice, seeing as with my jet lag, I could’ve slept all day, not to mention the difficulty of actually sleeping though the night with 17 other people in your room.
Like I decided yesterday, I wanted to just get on a tourist bus and simply let it take me all over London, to see things generally, and also think about what I wanted to see particularly. So I started on the red line of the Original London Tour bus and it essentially took me all over the City of Westminster and the City of London (the equivalent to boroughs in New York). I had already seen most of Westminster by foot yesterday, but it was nice to actually learn some history and facts about the places I had visited in the early morning.
So the first day was just completely overwhelming for me. Don’t get me wrong; it was overwhelming because I was exhausted, sad, beyond happy—it was just a lot of emotions to deal with in the early morning of a city, country, continent you’ve never been before.
I haven’t posted in a while because I’m still trying to assess my feelings with leaving in three days and, truthfully, even if I were to post a blog for every day I missed, it would all be the same thing.
The overwhelming feeling right now is anxious, nervous, and a bit scared, which is normal for me. I love new places, but actually traveling, as in the actual transportation, the moving of persons, is always daunting for me, even though I’m quite seasoned, having traveled between coasts for four years.
I knew this feeling would come eventually. That’s why I saved my Europe trip until the beginning of September, so as to curb this feeling. Throughout my twenty-two years, I’ve always dreaded the return of school, like any other kid. When I was in elementary school, it was a dread of having to get up […]
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