The first time I went to London I was a 20 year old college kid going for a weekend before she flew back to the states from study abroad. It was January, cold as f*ck and I was about as poor and I could get at that time. But I went.
I rode the Tube for four days, ate next to nothing (to save money for the tourist spots) and stayed in the most disgusting hostel ever (fortunately, with nice American roommates).
Side note, eating a sandwich under the Harrods overhang in the middle of winter? HUMBLING MOMENT.
And on the chunnel back to Germany, I swore to myself that I would go back to London when I had more money so I could see it again and do it right.
That time is now. Or will be in September.
BECAUSE I’M GOING BACK!
That’s right, I’ll be in London for 8-9 days and now that I’ve started trip planning, I am so excited I could scream out loud.
That’s the benefit to living alone, you can do that without sounding (too) crazy.
Right now, airfare, deeply discounted hotel (which is still pretty f*cking expensive but yay Travelzoo!), Buckingham Palace tour and play at Shakespeare’s Globe are booked, and this week I’ll be pouring over my guide books more to set up a schedule of what to see and do.
My inner history nerd goddess is jumping up and down with excitement.
And for some giggles, here is a photo from 2000 where I met up with a few other study abroad kids. Yes, that is my natural hair color…and how I looked back then :)
Another funny note, I took this photo of this photo with my phone because I don’t have a scanner. I fail at technology.