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The Great Trip Home

London pictures here.)

Okay, so it wasn’t really a great trip home, but as far as trips home go, it was pretty good.

I got home a week ago, but I’ve been pretty busy (read: procrastinating) on writing this blog entry until today.

I got to spend two days in London, or rather a few hours of one day, a full day, and a day in the airport. I took the train from Edinburgh-and the British trains are surprisingly not smooth and seem determined to throw everyone around the train cabins without actually managing to crash the train. It was an interesting ride, and after four hours of jostling I arrived at King’s Cross, where I spent half an hour waiting in line to get an Oyster Card while listening to some guy complain about his lost Oyster Card and a few other guys get really angry at him.

Anyway, the next day I spent wandering around two different types of shopping areas. This:

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And this:

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The first is Camden Market, which is an awesome place full of interesting items and clothes of various styles. Also fried oreos. That’s right. Fried foods that aren’t meant to be fried aren’t limited to the United States.

The second is Regent Street, which is full of Stores I Can’t Afford and several H&M’s. It’s a pretty street to walk down and window shop and stare at what might have been had you been born rich, or at least wealthier than you are now. It’s pretty much the opposite of Camden Market.

Now, I’ve already been to London twice, which is why this blog entry only includes something about a market and not any of the more iconic things one might do in London. One might say that I’d gotten lazy on this part of the trip–and that’s true. But I did spend a few days in London a few years ago, and a few weeks in London two years ago, so I covered a lot of ground. This visit I had less time, so I did less. And what I did was explore an awesome market that people should go to more often.

The next day I went to the airport nice and early (Heathrow, for the curious) where I wasn’t allowed to check in for three hours. I arrived six hours before my flight because my hotel check-out time was early, and my flight was relatively late. I ended up puttering around, buying a paperback version of JK Rowling’s secret book (the one she wrote under a pen name), and drinking coffee.

Heathrow Terminal 5 is a nice place to spend a few hours once you’re allowed to check in. There’s a TARDIS, several shops, a noodle restaurant, and a fair amount of free wifi, all of which I took advantage of. Never have I spent more time in an airport so willingly.

I had a flight on British Airways, which was really nice–good service, back of seat entertainment systems, and relatively good food. The flight went faster than I expected, probably because I watched Casino Royale and then spent the next three hours writing with Les Mis in the background. Not a bad way to spend a flight. I didn’t feel like dying once.

And when we got into JFK, we were treated with a lovely sunset as a backdrop to New York City.

NYC sunset from JFK airport.

NYC sunset from JFK airport.

It’s been surreal being home. I kept thinking, “Oh, yesterday I was in Europe.” And then, “Oh, this time last week I was in Europe.” I’d gotten tired of traveling but I miss it, too, which is always the problem of coming back from somewhere. Being left at home with nothing to do is quite a change from exploring new places, and I’ll probably go stir crazy in another week. I love traveling. I love planes, which sounds weird but probably isn’t. I love the feeling of being in a place with a lot more stuff going on than at home. And I love doing what I want.

But never fear! I’m accompanying my family on college tours for my sister in about a week in Boston, which is a really nice city that I haven’t been to enough. And after that, we’re going to Cape Cod for some relaxation and good ice cream and one really scary beach that constantly changes and is surrounded by sharks. It is the best beach, and it is in Chatham if you ever want to explore a creepy beach.

So, although I leave you with this last bit of the trip, travel isn’t over for the summer. Interesting things are still going on, and thankfully the rest of the summer won’t be me staring at the computer screen wishing I was elsewhere, as I often do.

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2012: A Long Story

Compared to 2011 (when I traveled abroad to study Shakespeare, had a great relationship, and was starting my second year of college, had friends visit me in NY), 2012 has been a somewhat bad year. I had anxiety attacks, a horrible break-up, a kidney stone, and constant doctors’ appointments. And it looks like I’m going to be spending New Year’s Eve alone for the first time, well, ever. But there was some good as well.

2013 is a scary year. No matter how much I want 2012 to be over and done with, and no matter how much I want a complete rebook of my life come tomorrow, I also don’t want 2013 to come. 2013 brings full adulthood, graduation, the need to find a job, a career, a life without friends or family to help me. It’s different from high school, where I was more than ready to leave and embark on my college career. Now, leaving college, I’m a bit more hesitant, mostly because I have no answers. In high school, by this time I had guarantees of going to a university, a good one, even. Right now I don’t have any job guarantees.

I don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen. I don’t like being left in the dark. Chances are, most of the first half of 2013 will be full of uncertainties and frantic preparations for a new life to come. And always is the question burning in the back of my mind: what if I’m not good enough?

I’ve looked forward, and I can’t really tell you anything about forward at the moment, so let’s look back.

2012: A Monthly Breakdown

January: Started the year with two of my good friends and my boyfriend visiting my house. We spent a last day in NYC and good food was had by all. The rest of January is a bit of a blur. Classes started again, and gradually I became more anxious about many things, though I don’t remember what they are.

February: Even though my birthday is in March, the people closest to me decided to celebrate a month early. My boyfriend took me out and got me a pretty ring, a symbol of love which doesn’t mean anything now, but I keep it anyway because it looks lovely. My family and I went to Washington D.C. for a weekend, where I discovered the wonders of the Newseum and decided that journalism can be pretty awesome when it wants to be.

March: Went on a Spring Break trip with friends to Wilmington. We spent a good amount of time at the beach and a great amount of time with food, and the rest of the month was pretty ordinary.

This beach.

This beach.

April: A pretty bad month for me. Got broken up with, anxiety took a turn for the worst, and I don’t really remember anything else except for finals. And finals…I didn’t have many of them. I took classes that dealt in final projects and papers instead of the traditional three hour finals, which was a bit of a relief.

May: Started to heal a little bit, despite very little help. Learned that people can’t be trusted. I also started on summer classes, including the best film class I’ve ever taken. We made several films, and watched a good amount as well.

June: My family visited and we spent most of the time eating and shopping for work clothes. My film class continued, and we made some pretty awesome productions-a remake of the opening of The Hangover, and an adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing into a short film.

July: A new Graphic Design class! And one of my friends from England, who had been an exchange student during my freshman year, paid us a visit. We went to the beach (North Carolina has some good ones) and ate food and watched the Olympics. Speaking of which, the girls’ gymnastics team was really good…

August: Family trip to San Francisco. I could only stay three days because of job training, but what a three days! San Francisco is a beautiful city with amazing food and terrible drivers. I might even want to live there. The rest of the month became work (two jobs) and class.

Even the birds in San Fran eat the food because it's so good.

Even the birds in San Fran eat the food because it’s so good.

September: Cut my hair short, which is what a lot of people do in college. Something about needing a change. Also saw Ben Sollee in concert, and he is quite amazing. Plays the cello like no one else. Except Yo-Yo Ma, who also came to my university and gave two awesome (and very sold out) performances.

October: I decided to be Loki for Halloween. Saw several films, including Cloud Atlas and The Master, and made a film list to make sure that I don’t get behind on watching great films, like I have been for most of my life. After all, if I want to write films I need to watch them.

November: Saw Skyfall, Life of Pi, and Argo. Converted people into The Hour fans because a show about 1950’s journalists is awesome. I also did some school work. You know. That thing I’m supposed to be doing most of the time. There were also birthdays, which meant birthday parties/outings, which were a source of both fun and conflict.

December: Christmas! Finals, kidney stone, more films (like Lincoln, the Hobbit, and as a result the Lord of the Rings trilogy), made myself a huge DVD collection, got some nice clothes, went to NYC to get some books and waffles, and now I’m here writing this.

This waffle is heaven.

This waffle is heaven.

To be honest, 2013 is going to get off to a weird start. A lot of people I know are studying abroad, so they will be absent from my life, possibly forever since I’m planning on leaving at the end of the semester.

But for now, I have my lovely taco dinner, a ton of books to read, some desserts to make, and an apartment all to myself with which to bring in the New Year. And I can hope that it goes well for everyone. At the very least, I can hope it brings a good amount of happiness, security, and inspiration.

Have a good new year!

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