Here we are now.

Oh boy. So out of order but here we go, these are my direct notes from my very jet-lagged addled brain the afternoon we landed.



The day started at 5:30 AM when I awoke in a cold sweat realizing that AHH I forgot to pack my fleece! Clearly an important item and worth waking up over. After that large scare I couldn't fall back to sleep so decided that instead of actually going downstairs to get said forgotten fleece and pack it, I lay staring at my walls, which proved to be a great use of my time.



Fleece packed, some more shoes acked, volvo packed, we roll out at 7:30. Stop at Bruegger's for one last bagel and coffee and chats with my fave costumers. Passed out in the car.



A cop drove us to the airport? Not in a cop car darnnn. Crazy stories told. Tried to keep up with 4 different very detailed texting convos, which is quite difficult indeed. But I figured my poor semi-broken cell phone would get lonely and confused as to why it was not being used for 3 months, so I gave it some extra love.



Made it to the airport. Stood in line with my arm falling off (ughh brought way too many items) and then held up the entire security line by attempting to re-pack my carry on bags (yes plural, I am a horrible traveler), and when I looked up the guards were laughing at me, sweeeeet! Gate 4. Plane sooo big ahhh 2 stories. So of course I am ready to turn around, say screw this plan, call up the cop and tell him to drive me back to Geneva.



Plane. Mom held up every single passenger by trying to stuff my large, haphazardly packed carry on into the overhead compartment. I sat on a pillow, socks, toothbrush, headphones, and eyemask, all complimentary from British Airways aka the classiest airline ever.



Flight= 6 hours. blahh. Pluses of plane ride- The Hangover (aka the funniest movie I have seen in a long time) was playing, we were served chocolate caramel cheesecake and free wine, I literally bumped into a gorgeous and super polite British boy while exiting the toilet mmhmmm, doze off to the dreamy sounds of Bats for Lashes which was extra trippy due to my half-lucid state and the changing time zones, and finally awoke from my half-slumber just in time to see the sun rising through the clouds while David Grey made sweet sweet love to my eardrums.

Cons of plane ride- It was 6 hours, an upset stomach resulted from the cheesecake, there were no words exchanged between me and the yummy British boy, I didn't actually sleep, after the first three hours all of my clothes were sticking to my bod, and (here's the kicker) I spent my first 3 minutes on land in England throwing up into a plastic bag. Classy.

Heathrow at 2:00 AM U.S time- body clock all out of whack. Manged to get through customs (unclear as to how). Fast forward to the British rent-a-car place where they had an acoustic version of Mika's "Relax" playing and I instantly remembered why British people are cool. We get a car with UEA on the plate, which, oddly enough, is where I will be attending Uni. That along made me realize that it was a great thing that I actually got on the plane and didn't run in fear like I initially intended to do.

In rented car, snoozing in the back after being upset by how much the landscape here resembled Upstate New York. Although everything was made better when I saw my first palm tree, although my mom thought I was seeing things due to my lucid and sleepy state. Also she was focused on the road thank god or else we probably would have ended up in a bad situation, which would have been bad. We got lost in an adorable town and almost ran into 6 brick walls and practically side-swiped 4 cars and 2 buildings, but luckily reckless driving no longer phases me (my own driving skills are um, questionable at times).

Made it to Bogner Regis, where Neon Indian's "Deadbeat Summer" played in my head. Got lost along the English Channel, but somehow managed to make it to the house, had breakfast, and fell asleep.

Exciting stuff of course, and more about the travels to come later.

Enjoy the Unknown.