Cake or Death?

Phew, what an action-packed 2 weeks it has been.

Classes have fully started up now, and I still feel like I have enough free time to get into all kinds of trouble. It will take a bit to get into a routine that I feel comfortable with. ALL PART OF THE PROCESS.

Yes, the lectures part is important, and I am taking that as seriously as possible, but I also think that the relationships I've made here are equal. That is probably the reason why I keep going on about how amazing everyone (well, MOST everyone) is. I find it fascinating how in two weeks I've formed close friendships with people I didn't even have a clue existed three weeks ago. Funny how the world works. I just appreciate how everyone has come to my rescue when I've need them. I've got all the "I got your back love" I'll ever need.

I've watched a lot of British comedy, I'm pretty well-versed with most things, and every time I see something that I've seen or heard about in movies, I get so excited. To name a few: jaffa cakes, jammy dodgers, and Cornettos (DELICIOUS, BY THE WAY.

Now that I've settled in, it's time to start exploring this wonderful country. I want to see everything!

And pictures have been come by, because I'm too busy trying to see the world with both of my eyes. (There's a nice John Mayer reference for you.)

I've officially been in merry old England for one week. It feels like I've been here forever. Just yesterday I thought about leaving everyone while we were in a hall meeting and I got just a bit teary eyed.

The last week has been a blur, since there isn't ever a shortage of things to do. Classes started yesterday and I get the feeling that the atmosphere is a lot more laid back than back home.

I don't really have anything new to report other than I love all of the people, places, and things here.