I have been in London for 47 days, and I am over it. I am not over the city - in fact, I love the city. I would love to live here one day. The beer is plentiful, transportation is awesome, it doesn't get too hot, and food is everywhere.
See, I am over the situation. First off, I am living in a hostel, but we like to call it a halfway house. The hostel is also in Chelsea, which may be the most boring part of all London, not to mention the most expensive. I am also broke, and I have been nearly the whole time here. My internship (which is getting more and more boring) pays no money because I don't have a working visa.
To sum it up, you can only be living in a tiny hostel in an expensive foreign city with no income for so long. On day 50 - I have hit my limit. I am ready to go home.
The first thing I do when I get home? I haven't really made up my mind yet. The ideal thing to do would be to:
8am: wake up
9am: arrive at westwards, get a 4-hour session in a 4-6 ft SW swell with all my buddies
1:30pm: get a large breakfast burrito from Mama Lilly's
3pm: get home, play GTA4 and take a nap.
6pm: take my dog to the park and play catch
7pm: go to The Habit with my brothers, get a double charburger with cheese and a chocolate milkshake
8pm: watch discovery channel with my parents
Man. What a day. The next day, I would hit up In N Out, and I think after that, I would be fully submerged back into American culture.
God damn.....I really miss In N Out.
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you forgot to fit one tiny thing back into your day when you get home...
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