Piccadilly Line

And so my adventure begins! Or, should I say, my adventure continues. After living in Estes Park, CO this summer, I feel like I've been beyond lucky this year. 

These things I've been doing lately, mountain climbing and jet setting across the Atlantic for three months, are so unlike me. I've been thinking about my life and the choices I've made over the last few months. Is it so unlike me? Or am I just becoming me? I think I'm starting to understand that holding back on what I want to do or say or experience isn't really getting me anywhere. I think I get so caught up in guarding my future,so cautious of my next move, I miss out on the present. More than anything, that's what I hope to do while in London. Be in the here and now. More than anything else, God had been teaching me this summer to "Be still and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10). It's such a struggle for me, but with some insight from the Rockies, I'm going to practice in the Queen's city.

Ok, so my favorite part of Britain so far...the accents! Here are some words that are "a bit" different that I've noticed the past couple of days:

line= queue 

class= module

course= major

bathroom= toilet

laundry mat= laundrette

miday= noon

half 7= 7:30

runners= tennis shoes

A sneak attack picture my mom took 

of me in Denver, London-bound.