My study abroad experience has been over for 2 weeks now. It seems like just yesterday I was in London and everyone was still in our flat, baking, watching movies late at night, etc. It's crazy to think how fast the 3.5 months went by, especially since the first month seemed to go so slow. Once the first month passed, time zipped by. When people tell you study abroad will be the best semester of your life-- or yet the best time of your life-- it's the truth. I always knew this would be the best time of my life because it's something I've wanted to do since middle school, but this experience went beyond my expectations-- making new friends, learning more about myself and the world, and being able to travel within England as well as within Europe. It's crazy how close you can become with people in such a short amount of time. Sometimes living with 10 other people, or in the other LMU flat's case, 14 people, can be a pain, but you learn to take the good with the bad because the good always overweighs the bad.
Calling London my home is something that I wanted to be able to do for so long, and I was finally able to do that. I was able to give other people directions not only within London (usually with the Tube) but within the Kensington area, which is where I lived. Not only did I take classes under British professors with amazing backgrounds and wonderful field trips, I also had an internship with an independent music PR company. It truly was the international experience that helped me grow as a person. While London was my home, a place that became so familiar with routines, there was still so much to explore. As nice as the city was, it was always nice to do a day trip somewhere and get out of the city.
The wonderful thing about traveling, whether it be over the weekend or a day trip, is that you learn so much about yourself and the people you're traveling with. You learn what kind of traveler you are, who you like/don't like traveling with, and you get to form closer relationships.
It's funny how I thought about the many EPL games I would go to once I got to England (only went to 1) and ended up going to so many West End shows (Mojo 4 times). I had this idea of traveling so much but in the back of my mind, knew that I wanted to stay in London more and didn't travel as much outside of England so I could explore more of the greater London area and do day trips within England. The outcome now is that I came back to LA with more money than I thought I would have, leading to me currently searching flights back to London/cities in Europe I really want to visit. I just want to travel more and see what the world has to offer.
Now that I'm back in LA, it feels funny. I never liked cold weather, but the cold weather wasn't so bad in London. The moment I landed in the U.S. (Miami since I had a Barcelona-Miami-Los Angeles flight back) I was dying of the heat. The following day home, it was too hot for me and it really wan't that warm in terms of the Redondo Beach area. I found myself missing the cloudy, grey weather of London. At times in London I missed driving, but I drove to The Grove today and hitting a bit of traffic made me wish I was back in London with my Oyster Card, taking the Piccadilly Line in the mornings to the Harold Pinter Theatre or the Circle and Central Lines to my internship. I miss the early mornings to get day seats. Every day I'm reminded of London and what I miss about the city and the memories it holds, and I just want to book a flight back this second.
In 3 days, I'll be back on campus to work a women's basketball game, which is one step closer to officially being back at school. And then it'll be another reminder of how I'm not in London anymore.