It’s still surreal to me that I wake up every morning in a bustling city with people walking to work below me. I’m used to the noisy streets below… well… I have to be because my roommate decidedly leaves the window open all the time. It’s overwhelming traveling to and from work, getting pushed along with the rest of the commuting crowd. Muscle memory propels my body down the correct tunnels and pathways, my brain lost in thought. Sometimes it’s a little too overwhelming. The underground tunnels get so hot and cramped you almost think you can’t take it… but then you get where you need to be. It feels like you constantly have to keep moving because everything is rushed and everyone is a hurry. All I want to do is sleep but there never seems to be enough time — something’s always going on and you don’t want to miss it.
I got homesick for the first time today. Work just wasn’t going as well as it was last week. I got sent to deliver clothes from a photo shoot to a very nondescript location in the pouring rain. After getting completely soaked and on the verge of tears I realized I had to suck it up — no one was going to help me… I was on my own. And besides, later on I would look back at this moment and laugh.
On the brighter side, I’ve made some really amazing friends. We try to act like we are way too cool to do the touristy things in the city… but agree that we are still going to do them anyways because… well you only live once, right? It’s going to be hard when it’s finally time to go home. But that’s well over two months away. Until then, it’s the pub every night!









