Row upon row of townhouses line the streets on my way from the tube stop to my room on Manresa Road. I have a tiny little single, with a very thin bed, petite dresser, and a bathroom that gives new meaning to the phrase spacial management. Somehow when I unpacked everything, it all fits (even though I am a big, bumbling American). It snowed a few days ago so it is rather cold. Yet I find it hard to mind, it is so beautiful here. The mixture of architecture -- I have never been more excited to breath in the different shades of rust, brick and glass that this intensely urban place provides. My walk anywhere is windy, every turn bringing on another little pub or wedding shop or hospital or tiny house.
Certainly just coming from Mexico does distort my vision. Everything is so clean here. I have never obsessed over infrastructure yet the fact that it is maintained here and trash is picked up and sidewalks are not death traps, is wonderful. It took me most of the month to see the diamond in the rough in Mexico. It has taken me 32 hours to find it here.
Background is needed. Why is this friend/niece/daughter/girl I sort of know writing about London? I am attending Oberlin's Danenberg-Oberlin-In-London Program (you can't make these sorts of acronyms up). I am living in Chelsea in an international dorm. For the next 4 months, I will be an explorer of London, England, Europe and life in general. This blog is your window onto my journey.
I can only hope it will be an entertaining (if not exhilarating) view.
-Ray
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