May 6

In the past two weeks I moved from Valencia to London, packed and unpack my suitcase, packed up my bedroom at home, and Jake and I split up.

The plane ride from Detroit to Toronto was a little nerve wracking. It was a small plane that held no more than 50 people, the flight itself was about 45 minutes, and I could feel everything that was happening. The layover in Toronto was terrible. I had 3 hours of time to kill, but I was secluded to the international departure area, which was not that large. There were free charging stations and access to iPads, which was really neat, but it wasn't enough. I didn't eat anything but some goldfish and cereal on Wednesday and I refused to pay $14 for a sandwich at the Toronto airport, it was my cheapest option, so I didn't really eat.

I slept for most of the flight, which was a God send, but I was awoken for a slice of banana bread, my breakfast (what?). I ate then nodded off again, and finally arriving an hour later. It took about an hour to get through customs and then another 15 minutes to get to the terminal where FSU was. I missed the 11:30 pick-up time and arrived at noon. The next pick-up was scheduled for 1:30. At 1:30 we were told the bus was an hour away, due to traffic. At 2:30 we were told it would be another 25 minutes. At 3 it would be 15 minutes. We finally got on the bus at 3:30 and headed towards the study center. The, what should have been, hour drive took about 2 hours and we arrived at 5:30, and hour and a half after the meeting started. We had our own shortened meeting and then I went to unpack. I'm in a flat with all FYA, I was in Valencia with Reid and Brittany, one of my roommates, and my other roommate, Brooke, came from Panama.

A group of us left around 9 to walk to Piccadilly. Dara and I went when we were here, and my phone was very close to death, so, no pictures. We didn't get too lost, and we found our way back, so that was good. Then I came back and crashed.