forced to blog

Yeah, forced sounds a little strong. But I am supposed to blog for my class, which causes a dilemna: I wanted to start blogging personally again because this is an exciting time in life, and I seem to be unable to write in my journal anymore. Somehow holding a pen and trying to write legibly has become an insurmountable and un-enjoyable task. But I have to write for class, so that will probably take up most of my free time to type away aimlessly on the computer. But, at least for now, I'm going to attempt both. If you want to read about marketing and my study thereof, here's the link: Marketling. I might move this one over to wordpress, since I have 4 blogs started there anyway (nope, not doing anything with three of them, but I might!! someday!) but we'll see how long I keep up with it first.

First: I'M IN LONDON! WOOHOO! Looking back, there are so many ways I could have avoided the last minute stress of having to buy a ticket the same day I got the visa and arrive the first day of classes. But you live and learn. Or just live and have lots of last minute panics because you never learn. Hopefully I stop being one of the latter before I'm too old to enjoy the wisdom of my ways.

Life is great so far. I have a fantastic flat. I wish I was able to live on my own, but having a nice garden, two couches, huge TV with stereo system, a room with lots of storage, and two pretty cool flatmates is a compromise I'm more than willing to make. Especially when I just don't have the budget to do much on my own at all.

Bit of a sad note when I arrived, as I found two of my friends are leaving, one just moved back to Canada, the other goes to NYC in July. It's part of life in a transient city like London, and the price of having lots of cool international friends - they move around like you do. But hopefully that's the last departure for a little while, and I am meeting new people at school as well. Next I need to get a part-time job, but I'm not in a rush as I can work at the piano shop for now.

I'm having an internal debate about how much sharing is appropriate with a relationship, whether to leave it out altogether, use an epithet for my sig other, or what. But for now, I'm back in one. A relationship, that is. And I'm happy, so far so good. And now I must get back to the studying!