This past summer I lived out my dream and spent two months working and living in London, England. It was absolutely amazing. By day I was working 9-5 at a public relations firm, Premier, as the television PR intern and by night I was out exploring one of the best places in the world.
I flew into London at the Gatwick airport at the beginning of the summer with my luggage weighing me down, a crumpled slip of paper with the directions to my apartment complex, and a huge smile on my face because I knew I was about to embark on the biggest journey of my life thus far. First step was getting on the Gatwick Express that would take me to Victoria Station, which was easy. Next was taking the tube to my apartment, not so easy. I had not yet got my Oyster Card, which is how you go in and out of the tube, so I bought a one day pass for the tube.
As I was walking down the steps to the tube with my two full suitcases, a duffel, and a backpack I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Everyone was in such a rush to get where they were going and I was just trying to figure out exactly where I was supposed to be going. I swiped my tube card and just to my luck my suitcases wouldn’t fit through the gate and all my bags fell to the ground. I was holding up the line and the locals were not having it. By now my whole body was whole of sweat and my eyes started to swell with tears. My first hour in London and I already didn’t know what I was doing. Luckily for me a guy around my age came to the rescue and helped me pull all my luggage through and asked me if I was alright in the most attractive British accent. I thanked him and we both went on our ways. I realized I was not ready to conquer the tubes just yet, especially with my overbearing luggage, so I marched right back up the Victoria Station tube steps and got in line for a taxi.
After driving through such a magnificent city I made it to my destination, The Great Suffolk House in Southwark. A friendly face, my adviser through my internship program, greeted me and he showed me to my new home for the next 2 months. I was in a single room apartment, which at first scared me that I actually had to live alone in a foreign country. I sat onto my bed, extremely jet lagged, but determined not to fall asleep and start exploring right away. The jet lag got the best of me and I fell asleep for a few hours until the other students arrived.
All of the students in my program either went to University of Southern California or Michigan State University, where I go. All of the students met up on the roof of The Great Suffolk House to go out for a drink at a pub. When I reached the roof of our building with 2 other MSU students that I had met before traveling to London I was looking out to the most amazing view that I felt like I was in a dream. This is when I knew London was going to be an unreal adventure for me. And boy was I right…