Departure... Arrival

Flying always makes me think about death, particularly during takeoff. And I had two transfers! I have no problem flying coach but somehow questioning my mortality three times in one day just doesn't seem fair. Anyway, I'm alive enough to blog so I guess I can't complain.

I flew out of Logan to Ireland. Coming in to Dublin at dawn is something really magical. Not magical like leprechauns but pretty damn close. More magical like "ohmygod I have to come back here." I'm putting Dublin near the top of my list of places to travel when I'm older and rolling in dough (i.e. never).

Now I'm all settled in, semi-unpacked. My room is embarrassingly small (think 9th st. apartment except half the size) but my roommate is awesome. She's Finnish and likes the same things I do (music, photography, sequined clothing...) but I already forget her name. Oops!

So I've decided that my stay in London could go one of two ways:

(As Anita sees it:) I make lots of friends and spend my time partying and gallivanting with a certain British electropop star

OR

(As I see it:) I don't know anyone and don't have money to go out and meet people so I take up chain smoking (for dramatic effect) and spend my days gazing sadly out the window, sipping black coffee or whiskey or something equally dramatic (black coffee AND whiskey?) ...And then I do my homework.

I guess we'll find out. Here is some music I was listening to on the plane:

Radical Face - Welcome Home
(This song might not play on your iTunes because I bought it, but it will definitely play on your iPod.)

+/- - Yo Yo Yo (Please Don't Fall in Love)