So once again, I gotta pack up and hop on another plane for a couple of hours. Leaving home once again (though that concept has become increasingly blurred lately) and back to exploring the new. People always seem disappointed when they don’t hear as much enthusiasm in my voice when I talk about leaving as I should have, but I can’t help always feeling a tinge of sadness and apprehension. More often than not, I actually get a lot more excited once I’m there and settled in. I just suck at saying goodbyes, even though I’ve done it so many times.

By this Sunday morning (greenwich time), I’ll be back at the Heathrow airport and hopefully finding my way to my dorm without getting too lost. Tomorrow will be spent packing, going to the bank, buying a new suitcase, and studying the london tube map and such. Or maybe I’ll just put all that stuff in my carry-on bag and look over them on the plane. That’s prob. a good idea, since I won’t have much else to do for…8 hours. Good god, I hope there will be some good movies. At least I’m not flying to China. There are still a few matters of logistics waiting to be sorted out, but LSE people are being annoying and unresponsive. I guess at the worst, I’ll be bothering them in person next week. 

On a side note, the dollar needs to stop tanking, because when you need to tens of thousands of pounds in tuition and room&board, it gets personal.