I have wanted to go to London since I knew it existed. So probably since I was 7 years old. I thought this day would never come. It was never the right time to go. Well, it was never going to be the right time so I just did it. I jumped. And now I'm going to live my dream as of next week.
I always felt like I was born in the wrong country. I think the right place happens to be Britain. We'll see. When I was in 5th grade, I used to write in British English. My teacher marked all my 'favourites' and 'colours' wrong. I got back my paper and thought, "she's such a dummy! Doesn't she know that's the correct way to spell things?!"
I can't describe how excited I am. I don't think it's hit me yet. I'm going and I'm going all alone so it should be a very interesting adventure. 1. can I travel to a foreign city by myself? And 2. can I last 6 days with just me and my thoughts? Part 1 is no problem, it's the second one I fear. Of course I'm hitting all the usual touristy things: British Museum, Tate Modern, Globe Theatre, Buckingham Palace, Harrods....and then wherever my little feet take me.
A couple of things I'm really excited about: the Doctor Who Experience exhibit (all things doctor who! And I get to ride in the TARDIS! what?!?), seeing Doctor Faustus at the Globe (who is not Doctor Who but has a D.W. cast member in it) and possibly seeing Much Ado About Nothing with David Tennant (who played Doctor Who and is one of my celebrity crushes!) I will literally die if the last part happens.
So, rest assured that there will be an abundance of pictures, blog posts and status updates (when I manage to find some free wifi out there).
Cheerio, chaps!
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