I made a quick trip to the rather large British Museum which happens to be next door to my flat. I plan on spending an hour or two there on slow mornings to explore. I find myself geeking out over artifacts I have studied previously at home.
Walking the streets has been my pastime. I’m impressed by London. I have never been in such a big city and felt so safe. Besides pick-pocketing, there is not much to worry about. Y’all can settle down and stop worrying about me.
I’ve discovered Maoams and I’m not mad about it. It’s a lot like taffy. I also bought peanut butter which is strangely dry here. The jar of Jif I saw was £9.99 which translates to $16 or something nuts (Ha!), so I’ll stick to my UK brand. Thanks though. My stomach is begging for fish and chips. I can’t wait until I satisfy that.
Something strange has come over me. My typical anxious self who worries about everything and plans to the minute hasn’t been present in London. I don’t worry about the tube or getting lost or extreme budgeting or academics. For the first time I think I’m just present. I’m not trying to control every aspect. It’s quite lovely.
Well I’m off to see the world, cheers y’all.