I've decided to start this blog for myself - Not so much to remember all the touristy sites I've visited, but more so to remind myself about how I've felt during these moments. Please excuse any grammatical errors. My mind doesn't always make perfectly crafted sentences.
My stomach is turning knots while I’m at Newark airport checking in. One way flight to London, please. I walk back to my mom and my bags and guess who I see running across the terminal? Brinda. What a friend – she made it to see me off. Standing in the security check line my mom starts tearing up and I yell at her to leave (classic Priti, always showing anger in uncomfortable situations). The next thing I know I’m sitting alone at the gate half in tears thinking about turning back around. They will understand if I change my mind, right?
Took a deep breath and I boarded the plane and was welcomed to London rain (flood was more like it). I look outside my car window and see the London Eye pass by on my right and decide I’m going to like it here.
That night I met up with Anika for subpar Mexican food and ever since then, I have been on a journey to find excellent Mexican food in London.
I’m here. This is now home.
PS- Shout out to my family for the camera where I can pretend to be a photographer.
^What's moving to London without some Harry Potter love?