Well, I got to London after a direct flight that fucking felt like forever (like seventeen hours?). I actually happened to sit next to my classmate’s mom, and she was sweet. (SMALL FUCKING WORLD) She let me sleep on her shoulder. How did I afford this plane ticket you ask? Well I worked two jobs - and I had some help. My dad, and his (pretty bad) credit. Overall - it was purchased a few months or so in advance. There are tons of websites you can look into for planning plane ticket purchases. A great one is Scott's Cheap Flights. Hopper is another app you can check out. Overall, go on the off season my friends. A year in advance isn’t necessarily the smartest move - sometimes flight prices drop three months out. The key is the time of year, the airline, and purchasing round trip vs. oneway (do the math). Round trip was typically the best for me that year.

London was hilarious. I couldn’t figure out the tube at all. My luggage almost fell down the escalator, and everyone had a sad mug. It was gray, the city smelled like cigarettes - and I met this Eminem slim shady kid, cheery as fuck to see me. I was relieved. He said he felt sorry for me.

He helped me get to the O2 (the Millennium Dome) by dropping his plans and taking me straight there. He was 22, and a sweetheart. He was going to be a father soon. I lost his number, which is a damn shame. But, he did mention Nando’s - so I’ll be forever grateful. Nandos is like this famous chicken restaurant that everyone raves about - it’s a chain but it’s pretty delicious and they have blazawesome hot sauces. So that was London for me the first time around. It was pretty bland, but it was still all exhilarating for a girl who used to chill on the block.