After my six hour layover in Philadelphia, and my 7 hour flight over the pond, I was back in Heathrow again. This time I was staying, so there was no chance of me missing my flight. I had to go through customs and that seriously makes me nervous. I'm only here on a tourist Visa so technically I can't work. The guy at the desk asked me all kinds of questions. I got soooo nervous! He asked me where I was staying, why I was staying there for so long, how I would support myself, how much money was in my bank account to support myself, if I had met the people I was staying with before, where would I be going...etc. I got all hot and sweaty and nervous that he wouldn't let me in. Yikes! That would have been terrible! Finally after his millions of questions I was able to enter into the UK. YEAH! First time here and I finally set foot onto British soil!
Now it was time to find Wendy. I stood outside of the arrivals gate for like 20 seconds and than there she was in her little white hat. I think the name Wendy is just so British. I kind of love it. :) We couldn't find the way out of the parking garage which gave me a flash back into my trip to Ireland where Micah, Shaun, and I were trapped in a garage for like half an hour. Not the brightest moment of my life.
We drove to Gerrards Cross, which I found out is one of the top 10 places in the UK for over 2 million pound real estate. It's like one of the ritziest places outside of London. I also found out that the people here are not very friendly. I've never met an English person I didn't like, but now might be an exception. It's not like at home where I can make chit chat conversation with strangers. I told one of the girls at the train station that I liked her shoes and she just looked at me like I was a complete idiot. The Ellie and Sophie (the girls I watch) made fun of me too, because I guess that's not something you do in this area. You don't make chit chat with strangers. It's kind of like New York City in that sense. I might have a hard time making friends if that's going to be the case.
We made it to the house and from the outside it looked absolutely
gorgeous. Once I brought my luggage into my upstairs room, I realized
how "lived in" the house was. Not the tidiest place, but I guess that's
what I'm here for. I was just tired and seriously wanted to nap, but I
had to meet the girls and have a little tour around the place. There's
a lovely garden with trampoline and little outdoor cabin that has an
indoor fireplace. Oh and in the UK a "back yard" is considered a
garden. It takes a little bit of getting use to. After I got the tour,
unpacked, and settled in my room, I thought to myself that this is
going to be a very INTERESTING summer. Wish me luck. :)
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Front of the House |
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Dining Room/Living Room |
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Kitchen |
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Living room/Conservatory |
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Outdoor Cabin and Hot Tub |
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Back of the House....love the IVY! |
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My room with the little sink |
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My Bedroom |
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