My final full week in London is approaching quickly, and I’m doing the cliche thing and reflecting on everything that has happened over the last fourteen weeks. Sometimes I just double take on myself and think, “Wow . . . did I really live all that?” I’m ready to come home, but at the same time I can’t imagine my life not here — riding the tube every morning to class, spending eight hours a day in a theatre mindset, going to a show at least once a week, hanging out in my flat with all my friends . . . okay, so before I become weepy, I’m going to stop.
My parents, brother, and grandpa arrived last Wednesday, and I have had such a great time showing them around. They leave tomorrow, but in their short time here I’ve made them see a castle, have tea in Harrods, set my brother up on a date with our resident director and therefore fufilling his dream of going on a date with a British girl, get taunted by a Beefeater, walked along the Thames at night, and spend way too much money on stuff for me (hehehe). It has been fun. Unfortunately, I haven’t really done any work so I have to write two papers in the next three days. Oops! Kirsten and I leave on December 14, and after a short stop in Amsterdam with our friend Autumn, we’ll be on our way back to the States. It’s all going by too fast!