I’m sitting on the tube clutching the pole to my left for dear life as the train sways and rocks gently on the tracks. It hit me last night, the overwhelming feeling that every muscle in my body was slowly trying to escape through my skin.
I can’t even count the number of people that mentioned this to me before I came over to London. While I’m not driving, and certainly don’t plan to, it does present a small problem when trying to cross the road.
From what your residents tell me this is the coldest winter you’ve had in 30 years. Being from Texas has caused me to expect things to be a bit warmer than 20 degrees on a day to day basis.
“Are you excited about school starting?” This is the third time I’ve heard that question in 30 minutes. I’m currently standing in a flat (they have flats here, not apartments) in one of London’s trendier districts called Brick Lane.
BLOGS 
