The Evil Metropolis has done a fairly good job of standing up to the reputation which has been presented to me by members of my family who weren't so keen on my choice. I have already witnessed an Iphone being stolen from a fellow country bumpkin, not in the sneaky way I was warned of, but taken from her pocket whilst looking at her, and then simply refusing to return it before sprinting away. I've seen a man passed out in the street at 2 in the afternoon, and I've experienced first-hand the expense of virtually everything. However the pros are far outweighing the cons:
My first outing out was greeted by a stranger stopping me in the street to say "just so you know, you look gorgeous today". I know that he did not do this to distract me whilst he stole all my valuables, because believe me; I checked. I have found reminders of home here and there:
Given that I found this above a rather dilapidated looking courtyard full of boxes, it even bore a comforting resemblance to Telford.
Meeting new people all day everyday was a bit of a shock to the system. Coming from a school system where I have been happily ensconced for the best part of 15 years with my close-knit group of friends who know me, know my pet-hates and faults, being with people who I do not know (despite the fact that they are awesome) became a bit lonely by the middle of the week.
The people I have met are wonderful though, and knew what I was feeling as they are going through the same thing; thus we bonded over tequila and whiskey, went out and bought a toaster and a kettle, and have since begun to feel quite at home. Looking forward to starting lectures on Monday; my brain needs to start doing something or I might implode. (famous last words. watch this space)
