8 days and counting

Most of you have probably heard by now that I aquired Swine Flu this past week. It's super funny if you think about: what are the odds of a person coming to study in London for 6 weeks actually getting to partake of a pandemic. I am living history, ladies and gents.

The weekend was absolutely lovely in London. No rain. Warm. Sunny. So today I reached into the depth of my being and mustered up energy to go outside on a walk. I ended up finding a new park with pretty flowers and a quaint Catholic church. Quaint, but still painted fire-engine red. I don't really understand it all.

I'm planning on using my last 8 days to a) catch up on the tons of studying I need to do.
b) visit everything I either haven't or wanted to again
and
c) enjoy every moment.

What have I learned? What have I discovered? Well I figured out that I really can only write in unlined, leather journals. Snobbish? perhaps, but I bought a travel journal for this trip and I sit down to write and there is nothing. There are probably 12 or 13 journals sitting around my room, stuffed in boxes under the bed, hidden on the bookshelf, that I have only partly filled. The only two complete journals are leather bound, simple, and have no lines. So I've discovered that I can really only write my thoughts on one medium.

London has the coolest trees. Big trees. Trees with large tumors. Trees with high branches and trees that have leaves proportioned in such a way that they appear to be weeping.

I don't really plan on having a wedding. I never really pictured myself living past the age of 18, and now that I'm here I'm sort of lost. It's like that with weddings. I never really pictured myself as the married sort of girl. But if I were to have a London wedding, I have discovered that I have the whole thing planned out. Place: Wilmington Garden Dress: Jacqueline Byrne Flowers: Nic's Flowers near Angel. Cake from the cake shop on Theobalds Road.
See, London Wedding. The end.

I've also learned a lot about money. Economists who make jokes about sex are probably more popular than you'd think. When you have the ability to plot how much money someone else has on a little graph, it makes you more money (or less money if you are really bad at it). But if you can both plot how much money people have on a graph, have a sense of humor, and have compassion: then you might just be able to change the world.

I've also learned that I think becoming the senior editor for the Economist would be way cooler than working for the UN.

Moreover, the city is not for me. I need woods and lakes and fields. I need to climb cliffs and jump off of them into waterfalls and kayak down rivers (even if they are yellow) and sleep in hammocks. I love the smell of horse and farm. I am a 3rd world sort of girl. I believe my next adventure will take me there.

That is the randomness of the moment.
Signing off,
Lizziey Brown