Let's start this hootinanny.

I don't even know what to do with myself. I have been thinking about going to London for SO long! I guess not that long.
I've been thinking about going to London for 6 months. I've scrimped and saved, worked extra hours during which my mantra was "You're doing this so you can go to London," and now it is almost upon me and I don't know that I will ever be ready. I'm doing what I always do: freaking myself out.
What if no one likes me?
What if I like no one?
What if I don't enjoy every moment?
What if I don't see everything I want to see?

So I've decided not to make a list of all the things I want to see or do. I'm not going to study the entire history of Britain. I'm going to go and let the adventure take me where it may.

Still I'm growing very weary with the waiting. Feel like I'm just waiting around for this thing to happen, and all my thoughts are focused on this trip.

Let's be zen:

"Waiting is a part of life too"

I can't wait till I'm in London.

confession

I like Mathew McFayden as Mr. Darcy better than Colin Firth.

All I wanna do is...

This morning, after my dad helped me to change the tire, I went on a bike ride.
Oh my gosh you guys, it was the most fun thing ever! I just kept circling the park because I wanted to keep riding my bike forever. I smiled at all the other people exercising (I am one of you now!) I weaved back and forth on the road. I was unsure if there were cars behind me because I was going so fast that the wind was whirring past my ears. On one of the trails I saw that a family had set up an easter egg hunt, and I briefly considered stealing some eggs (but I knew they would be filled with candy and who needs the empty calories?) It was so good that I had to come up with a new word to describe it...which I will do right now...

Transplendant.

Last summer my ever sporty cousin Tabby came to visit and she suggested we go ride bikes. I was so desperately out of shape that I could keep up. I couldn't even make it to the park. During that same summer I tried to ride my bike to the library and I almost exploded. I made it to the library, but I had to sit down for a half hour and recover before heading back home. But now I pedal through the streets with the greatest of ease. Oh blessed bicycle!

I NEVER imagined that I would love physical fitness as much as I do.

On my mind

The Sweet Hereaafter: final shot.

This Looks like Heaven