I can’t be 100% sure of this claim, but as far as I can remember, I’ve seen every Super Bowl since birth. I mean, I’m pretty sure I was in the room while my dad watched them when I was a baby, and somewhere around 8 or 10 years old my friends and I all had “Super Bowl parties,” which were really just excuses to invite boys over.
When I come out of the bathroom for the second time Josh is gone. I look at Yuta and Eva, hoping my expression is asking the question I no longer have the strength to. Yuta points to the door and as if on cue it opens and Josh comes back into the apartment and walks straight past me.
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.
BLOGS 
