London Loves

I can hear the fluorescent lights buzzing. This kitchen is startlingly white, and it's the first time I have been in here completely alone since the first day I got here. My generic Tesco brand sweet and sour chicken is done heating, and this will be the first meal I have ever "cooked" in London.

I arrived in London with my mother on the 16th of January. She left earlier this morning for American soil and now my living-in-London adventure begins.

I start classes on Monday. I'm still unsure of where, exactly, they are, but as soon as I finish eating and get my act together, I plan to walk down to 6 Bedford Square, where the New York University in London main office is located. I was hoping, actually, to go shopping (for necessity, not enjoyment) with my roommate, Kristen. I only met her the day I moved in, but I can already tell that we have a lot in common. This is a good thing. We need some basic essentials though, like a working alarm clock (since mine just recently broke), a toilet brush cleaner, etc.

Unfortunately, my roommate hasn't returned home from what I was playfully calling a "date" last night. She went to get some cheap dinner and drinks with a friend of a friend, but after several emails between the two blind buddies, the conversation transformed into veiled flirting. I assume that she just ended up having a good time with him, maybe got a little drunk, stayed at his place, etc. If she fails to show up to our room by this evening, however, I will get worried.

But it's not even 2pm yet. It's still prime sleeping-in time.