On my way to England!

Hey everyone,

*NOTE: I changed the title of the blog AND the web address!*

It's been awhile (and you know the drill...I'll attempt to keep it short. HA.)

*NOTE 2: While being back in the states for a month+, I discovered that many of you DO actually read the blog. I would be telling a story and various people would say, "Yea. I know already. I read the blog!" Ha, I never would have guessed. I changed the comment section of the blog so that you don't have to sign-up or anything. However, please make sure you leave your name!

I'm leaving my parents' house in Connecticut today, stopping by NYC to pick up my beloved bicycle, and then heading to Newark to fly (finally) to London. So for those of you who may be out of the loop--I got my visa, I have a house to live in, I have a job (for the most part), and I'm all packed and ready to go. The only problem is that I can't shake being horribly sick...which seems to be the theme lately. My immune system has gone to hell (in a handbasket. har har.)

How am I feeling about the move, you ask? Well, I'm anxious, for one. I'm ready to start this new chapter. I'm ready to be settled in a place. (My house lease is for a year, so I guess I plan on staying at LEAST that long, unless of course Ireland decides to give me a visa.) And, I'm excited. I'm excited mostly, to finally meet my new roommates who I have been talking with for 2 months, but have yet to meet. I REALLY hope they are chill, cool (clean!) people. I have high hopes for them because for starters, a couple of them (Tim and Jaz) are coming to pick me up at the airport and help me lug all of my stuff home. How sweet is that? In addition, Tim and I have already admitted our pseudo-dorkiness to each other, and we have plans to go to the NOT FOR TOURISTS release party (yes, they are releasing their first edition of London!) AND we are going to a Last.FM gig, because that is who he works for. I have at least one housemate, then, that will go to cool music gigs with me!

And of course, I am (probably unduly) nervous. (Is that how you spell unduly? It looks funny.) I'm nervous about making friends. I know, I know. "Sarah, you are, like, the most social person, EVER." I know, but still, I only know a couple people in England, and I am getting a little tired of making new friends. But I know Alex (of Montenegro fame, and a lovely friend of Tiana's), Xan (from New York with whom I will be celebrating Thanksgiving!), Adam (a friend of my friends in Ireland who I met at Cois Fharrage), and Eamonn (who doesn't really need parentheses). I also have five housemates. In other words, "There's nothing to worry about." But still, I'm feeling lots of love towards all of you, and making new friends doesn't make me miss the old ones any less.

Right-O. I'll be starting up the blog again (clearly), so you all can expect to see pictures of my amazing new house sometime in the up-coming week.

I love you all and I'm going to miss you TONS, but I'll be back for Christmas! (And those of you that I won't see over Christmas...start planning your Europe trip...Andrew Mugler is going to be the first. YAY.)

Love, Sarah