For these first few days when I'm going through the mandatory frustrations that come with getting used to a new place, I've found it helpful to draw parallels with Harry Potter. When the room that should be right in front of me according to the map and the purple-shirt direction giving girl is no where to be found, I just imagine myself looking for the room that only appears when you really need it. Chances are it's right around the next corner! Or the staircases curiously shifted and you need to try another one.
When Pamela, my roommate, told me today that she just about got caught in the tube doors, yet the girl behind her was able to magically slip in, we decided that King's Cross station has more than one platforms 9 and 3/4...the key to not getting slammed between the merciless doors is to have faith that you won't.
It's not pickpockets grabbing at your purse, but mischievous boys hidden under invisibility cloaks :) J/k Mom and Dad, no one had tried to pick-pocket me.
Shopping for school supplies is a bit like I imagine Diagon Alley would be, where you have to go around to several stores when Super Target is nowhere to be found. It took me half an hour to get a notebook and a few folders the other day simply because the store was too small for the amount of people that were trying to cram in.
My umbrella is my magic wand: as long as I have it, it wards off the rain, but the day I forget it is sure to bring showers :)
If only I had a dining room being filled with house elves, the ability to apparate to avoid the morning and evening rush hours on the tube, and a dishelved British boy with unruly hair to give me chocolate frogs and teach me how to fly a broomstick.
Tomorrow night: a couple of us got tickets for 5 pounds to a Shakespear play at the Globe Theater.
LOVE.
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