Hello guys! My name is Savannah and here is my fancy new blog. If this goes like any other writing thing I've ever tried to do, every entry is going to start off with "Sorry I haven't posted in awhile!" but I pinkie promise that I'm going to try my best. This blog, as the painfully clever title suggests, is going to be about anything and everything to do with my traveling and such. This idea first started off as a way to keep friends and family in the loop as to what on earth I'm doing and where on earth I am, but I figured other people might find it interesting as well. So, welcome aboard, if you're a pretender come sit by my fire, so on and so forth.
I'm moving to London! In a month and a week-ish! We still haven't booked my flights because I come from a family of professional procrastinators, but I know I'll be leaving sometime around the end of August. I keep saying this but I genuinely still don't think it has hit me yet; I understand that I'm leaving and I've answered the question "Are you excited?" probably five million times with resounding affirmation but I still don't understand it. Honestly, I probably won't until a couple days after I get there and then have the inevitable moment of panicky, what-am-I-doing-this-is-crazy hopelessness but hey, all in good fun right? Seriously though, I truly am very excited and I find it hard to think of anything else. I've been making travel playlists and lists of things I should bring in my carry-on and going over airport procedure and thinking about pensively gazing out the window of the airplane with some dramatic instrumental blasting in my ears for four freaking years, but I know once I actually get on the plane there will probably be a screaming child and bad food and I won't be able to sleep because the smelly guy next to me keeps dozing in my personal space. But it will still be magical I'm sure!
And the clothes. Despite having a perfectly adequate wardrobe, I decided a couple months ago that I was going to undergo a massive style overhaul. I was to be London. If London became a girl, I would be her. I now possess an impressive collection of collared blouses, trench coats, blazers, vintage floral dresses and beige tartan scarves that could perhaps make the Queen herself a smidgen jealous. Every thrift store within a twenty mile radius of my home will probably never have another pair of Oxfords or an oversized monochrome sweater ever again, for they are now all mine. Getting all of this stuff over there, though, is another matter entirely, and actually fitting all of it in my room is another impossibility. My roommate is going to hate me. "Hey, roomie, nice to meet you! I just wanted to let you know that you're gonna need to move your bed just right outside the hallway--there's not enough room for my shoes."
I have lots more to talk about in regards to pre-move preparations, but I'm kinda sleepy and I don't want to tell you everything at once because then you'll never see another blog post ever again, so I'm going to end it here. Talk to you guys soon!
Savannah
Countown: 37 days
Currently listening to: Amélie Soundtrack
I'm moving to London! In a month and a week-ish! We still haven't booked my flights because I come from a family of professional procrastinators, but I know I'll be leaving sometime around the end of August. I keep saying this but I genuinely still don't think it has hit me yet; I understand that I'm leaving and I've answered the question "Are you excited?" probably five million times with resounding affirmation but I still don't understand it. Honestly, I probably won't until a couple days after I get there and then have the inevitable moment of panicky, what-am-I-doing-this-is-crazy hopelessness but hey, all in good fun right? Seriously though, I truly am very excited and I find it hard to think of anything else. I've been making travel playlists and lists of things I should bring in my carry-on and going over airport procedure and thinking about pensively gazing out the window of the airplane with some dramatic instrumental blasting in my ears for four freaking years, but I know once I actually get on the plane there will probably be a screaming child and bad food and I won't be able to sleep because the smelly guy next to me keeps dozing in my personal space. But it will still be magical I'm sure!
And the clothes. Despite having a perfectly adequate wardrobe, I decided a couple months ago that I was going to undergo a massive style overhaul. I was to be London. If London became a girl, I would be her. I now possess an impressive collection of collared blouses, trench coats, blazers, vintage floral dresses and beige tartan scarves that could perhaps make the Queen herself a smidgen jealous. Every thrift store within a twenty mile radius of my home will probably never have another pair of Oxfords or an oversized monochrome sweater ever again, for they are now all mine. Getting all of this stuff over there, though, is another matter entirely, and actually fitting all of it in my room is another impossibility. My roommate is going to hate me. "Hey, roomie, nice to meet you! I just wanted to let you know that you're gonna need to move your bed just right outside the hallway--there's not enough room for my shoes."
I have lots more to talk about in regards to pre-move preparations, but I'm kinda sleepy and I don't want to tell you everything at once because then you'll never see another blog post ever again, so I'm going to end it here. Talk to you guys soon!
Savannah
Countown: 37 days
Currently listening to: Amélie Soundtrack
