I’m here, and I’ve taken a lot of pictures.



The entrance to Portobello Road! Also I don’t know if I’ll ever stop dying over the painted buildings. They’re gorgeous!


Reason 1 the tube is better than the subway- it’s not completely underground! There’s open stations like Notting Hill Gate and so they’er not hot and stuffy and smelly. You win this one London. 



The animals in Kensington Garden and their lack of fear. Good thing I’ve got enough for the both of us! I’ll never get over how they get so up close and personal.


I found my dream car, and it’s a bright pink taxi meant for children’s tours by the Tower of London.

Written on the taxi in: It doesn’t feel like I’m going to be here for four months. In fact, it doesn’t feel like I’m here at all really. I keep getting flashbacks to Oxford and it feels like it’s just an extension of that rather than a whole new adventure nearly three years later. I keep waiting for someone to pinch me and then I’ll wake up in Utah back in my friends’ apartment and nothing will have changed. But I’m here. And I keep drooling out the window at the red roofs and gray skies and ivy covered walls. England, I love you. I missed you.

Written now: Saturday we were down in the tube and we walked past a guy playing flute (amazingly) against the wall. And I don’t know what it was about that moment but in that moment I felt like a Londoner. I had successfully navigated my friends and I around the tube all day and I had my fast, no-nonsense city walk down and I felt like the city girl I catch glimpses of when I visit New York. I found this quote by Ben Aaronovitch right before I left Provo and it ran through my mind when I walked past the tube musician: “My Dad says that being a Londoner has nothing to do with where you’re born. He says that there are people who get off a jumbo jet at Heathrow, go through immigration waving any kind of passport, hop on the tube and by the time the train’s pulled in to Piccadilly Circus they’ve become a Londoner.”

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