cheers to the land of literature

jonathan and i have been living in London now for two weeks. it's hard to say what it is about a place that makes it so distinctive, because it's really a whole mound of things piled on top of each other. but the thing i can't get over is it's surreal nature. i feel like a broken record, similar to hugh grant when he meets julia roberts for the first time in notting hill. but it's true! london is the quintessential storybook town. i completely understand how j.k. rowling got her idea for the twisty turny, jamaican head driven Knight Bus. the double deckers are massively disproportionate to the streets they rumble through. it seems impossible that they manage to squeeze themselves into the round abouts, and yet somehow the passengers find themselves safely on the opposite side of the road and dropped at the correct bus stop.

not only is the mode of transportation novel-esque, but the fashion, the architecture, the cheese, the tea, the ambulence sirens, the umbrellas, the quirky sophistication, and the bright red post boxes. the five year old boy of the family above us uses the word "pardon?" when he doesn't hear you correctly (mind you, it's in a classic English accent, which seems much too proper for a five year old) and even though it's only been two weeks, i find myself thinking in a british accent. i guess when that's all you hear all day, it has a way of infiltrating the brain.

it still seems surreal to be here--seems impossible to be living in a city i've dreamed about since i fell in love with reading. but here we are! i'm excited to travel, to get my masters degree, but more excited about putting my writing first, since it's always been on the backburner to other studies, work, a social life, etc. i'll do my best to keep you updated.

but now i think i might go and have a spot of tea.