And where I now lead a strange half-life with a lodger called Spike

"Notting Hill, my favorite bit of London. There's the market on weekdays selling every fruit and vegetable known to man. The tattoo parlour with a guy outside who got drunk and now can't remember why he chose 'I Love Ken'. The radical hairdressers where everyone comes out looking like Cookie Monster, whether they'd like to or not. The suddenly it's the weekend and from break of day hundreds of stalls appear out of nowhere, filling Portobello Road right up to Notting Hill Gate. And thousands of people buy millions of antiques, some genuine and some...not so genuine. And what's great is that lots of friends have ended up in this part of London. So this is where I spend my days and years--in this small village in the middle of a city, in a house with a blue door."

Sigh, to think I'm not going to be able to spend a semester here. Mourning the loss of my London semester. But its ok, Im already thinking of moving there after college to get a graphic design job. Or if all else fails and I'm stuck in the US for a long time, then I can move to England when I'm an old lady and open a bed and breakfast in a quaint English town. Hey, maybe I'll still be able to meet an english boy too and live happily ever after. Crossing my fingers I will be in england one day, later if not sooner.