The beginning of it all

My biggest dream?

Living in America.

What better way to do it than combine doing it in my  degree, hey, work hard – play hard.

Honestly, I applied because my friend on my course did. She ended up dropping out of the process half way through and I carried on. Hands down, the best decision of my life.

I made my Dad do most of my application for me honestly, it’s all so bloody confusing. First I applied to my university, then had an interview to see if I would be a suitable candidate. Then, once you’re paired with your university – you apply to them. It’s one of the longest processes I have done – and entirely worth it. Handfuls of essays on what type of person you are, how you’ll contribute to the university and why you’re the best pick over another standard british girl.

When I found out I got America I was ecstatic then I got placed in my 3rd choice of campus, but hey I guess beggars can’t be choosers – and what a bloody ride it’s been.

Let’s start off…

Let’s start off with what you’re all dying to know about…

The toilets.

First off, I thought public toilets in England were bad but goodness me I was in for the shock of my life out here. The experiences I have had so far are not the best. Let me just note that you walk in and generally if the smell doesn’t hit you first, the bloody GAPS IN THE DOORS will. I’m sorry, but did they run out of material to fill in the sides of the doors? I’ll walk through the toilet and manage to know which ones are filled or not because I can see people’s pants around their feet and I can actually see their faces in the gaps in the doors. It’s crazy!

Anyhoo, I’ve become quite accustomed to it. It hasn’t become endearing but let’s just say I’ve learnt that if you want to be ‘comfortable’ just head home to pop to the loo – if you catch my drift.

Oh, also, I’ve discovered that absolutely no one has any idea what the loo is… I’ve discovered that if you don’t want to ask 5 people before you find it, it’s purely called the toilet..!