Welcome to Great Written

Yes, I know-the title is incredibly bland. I can't help it, it was the first thing that came to mind this afternoon after 18 hours of travel. Let me explain it this way, "Great Written-where I write great things about Britain." Eww. Still makes me gag. Oh well. The classiness of my blog must pay homage to the inspiration of the moment. Enough of the title and on to the content.

Both plane flights were quiet and uneventful. The same cannot be said of the trip through the London tube to my apartment. I had two guitars, a hefty duffel, and a massive suitcase with the top handle broken off. I was lugging at least 100 lbs around. I made the mistake of going for the shorter route that involved two line transfers rather than the longer route that required only one transfer. Each transfer consisted of the treacherous leap across "the gap" between the door and the platform that we were continually being warned about by the PA system, as well as an assiduous ascent up a few flight of stairs. I got a lot of pity looks and a few offers of help as I trudged up the stairs the first time. The next time I figured out a more convenient way to strap my bags to my body and was able to battle up the stairs at the cost of only a few minor collisions.

Moving in itself was pretty painless. I have a parsimoniously-sized room with yellow walls and blue curtains. The neighbors I have met so far are Alex from New York, Stephanie from Northwestern, and Harry from Slough (just West of London). They're all a lot of fun, and two of them are fellow aspiring doctors. I'm going to try out the shower now as I smell pretty weird after I utilized ample Bod and deodorant in a cover up operation this morning before all the errands began. The shower itself is an interesting story-the shower head is simply attached to the wall in the bathroom and there's a drain in the floor-no tub, no plastic flooring, just a shower curtain that cordons off the shower and toilet (why?) from the sink area. This oughtta be fun.