So, I’m going home tomorrow! It’s actually a very weird feeling, because I am so excited to see everyone in the States and celebrate Christmas, but I’m also sad to leave London. It’s weird to know that I won’t see my friends here for three weeks, or take the tube, or talk to my british friends about the differences between the UK and the US (that is always our favorite topic of conversation). I like it here. London’s a pretty cool place with pretty cool people. But I am actually terribly excited to come home. I’m excited to see everyone. Also I’m excited to watch TV on an actual television rather than on my computer, excited to drive a car (on the right side of the road), excited to eat my mum’s cooking, and excited especially to sleep in a house where my neighbors are quiet. All really lovely things. Anyway, one term down, two to go.
Today, we’re having a knitting workshop. I am teaching some more girls from my course how to knit. I am incredibly entertained by their attitudes towards knitting. They clearly think it’s an old lady thing, but they’re so impressed with what I’ve made that they want to knit, too. The coolness of knitting has now crushed the stereotype, so I’m going to hold a teaching session. They’re lucky I don’t charge yet.