ARRIVED.

I'm here.
I'm tired (overnight flights are not my thing. I got an hour of sleep total)
I'm a little sick (may just be nerves, but my head feels a little warm to my mother, so who knows.)
I'm nervous.
For the first time in my life, I'm experiencing culture shock. BADLY. I'm wondering how boys go on missions because it is CRAZY scary over here.
I can't seem to wrap my head around the switch of the cars on the roads.
My body can't get on a normal sleep schedule.
The city is ALWAYS busy.
People talk so dirty in the streets. Swear words and sex are hot topics over here. And people have no shame to talk about these things in hushed tones. (thanks for the bubble BYU. NOT.)
I miss my family.
My car.
My wide open spaces.
My Provo and my STG.
My friends who are 7 hours behind me in days (SKYPE ME. PLEASE)

But I'm here.
And I'm SO excited to begin my adventure tomorrow when I meet up with my group at the Centre.
So buckle up.
Here comes the most adventurous 4 months of my life.
Have some pictures for good measure.

Arrival.

Me. My auntie. Trafalgar Square. Christmas Tree.

And so it begins....

..chelle..