After a calm weekend in York and Skipton, I find myself packed in a university pub with close to 300 fellow Americans screaming the Star Spangled Banner at the top of their lungs. Billy Joel accompanies us on the TV.
The American Football Superbowl can really bring people together and although I am exhausted, I keep my feet firmly planted in front of the big screen until 3am to have the satisfaction of seeing my Indianapolis Colts win.
My alarm goes off at 7.30am on Monday morning, reminding me that I have a long day of classes ahead.
One would assume that along with sleep deprivation I would be in some state of culture shock as I am in a big city across the Atlantic and halfway across the US from my hometown.
But the language is the same, of course, not to mention that the attitude in the UK towards a leading political figure is peculiarly familiar.
The night brings relaxation as I sit in front of a laptop to watch my favourite TV show, Grey’s Anatomy. For once, I am left with a calming feeling instead of added anxiety as everything works out sweetly in the hospital.
My classmates and I venture to the British Museum for our first Art in London class the next day. We are intrigued by the 400BC painted vases and carved stone slabs from the Parthenon in Athens.
On the way back to our hotel for the semester, three of us are caught up in the latest gossip in the evening papers and miss our Tube stop at Embankment.
We rush to get off but one of us does not quite make it. My friend and I burst into laughter as we wave at the train pulling out of the station and walk to the other platform to await our friend’s return. We vow never to read the papers on the Tube again for fear of getting lost.
Returning to St James’s Station safely, I rush off to buy groceries for the week, which seems to only bring headaches when I double the figures in my head to know how much I am actually spending. It is in a sad state, that dollar.
On Wednesday, I arrive at Money Marketing for my second week as an intern where, among other things, I am learning exactly what the FSA is and who IFAs are.
The next day brings mass chaos as I cram myself on to the Tube along with other freezing, snow-covered riders and, as always happens when it snows, I think about how pretty it is falling and remember how disgusting it is on the ground.
I head to Greenwich for a day trip where I will be able to step over a line and be in two hemispheres at once. I suppose I am still somewhat of a tourist. I have also recently booked a coach tour that stops at Bath, Stonehenge and Windsor Castle.
I try not to think of the money I am spending or how worn out I will be from travelling every other weekend.
I just keep reminding myself that I may only get this opportunity once. Besides, it costs less for me to fly to a different country here than to a different state in the US. So, Italy, anyone?