Okay. I'm going to London and Paris. Me. Actually going halfway across the world. I spent the summer planning a trip to Europe that would possibly happen in the future, but now I don't have to plan or hope for the best. My school is taking a trip there, which means it'll cost less and there will be less of a hassle for everyone. It's happening-- in less than three months. It's like God suddenly handed me a giant present with a giant bow on top. That's how wonderful He is to me.
I cannot express my excitement for this trip. When I was little, I wrote a little thing about how I wanted to go to Paris one day and see the Eiffel Tower and taste real French bread. A while ago, my mom went on a trip to France with some others, and I begged her to take me with her. I've always had a little French spirit in me.
In first grade, my class did England for our Nations Day, and we were taught things about England-- its history, its culture, and their national anthem. We were taught by the mom of one of my friends who was British. At the time, I didn't find her parents' accents very fascinating, but now, I swoon at the sound of a British accent. It wasn't until the time around middle school that I started to really get into British things, like Harry Potter, Doctor Who and The Lord of the Rings. Now I'll love anything British. It's been my dream for a long time to travel the world; mostly Europe. I really didn't think I would start this soon...
Sometimes I just have to sit for a minute and tell myself that I am actually going to London and Paris. I never get very far in my thoughts without squealing to myself or screaming into a pillow. Judging by the state I'm in now, I can't help but wonder what will happen to me when I get there. My guess is that I will start crying, faint, or just stand there with my mouth hanging open.
Part of being me is planning ahead for almost everything. While I should be doing homework, I'm spending hours on Google Earth and the Internet exploring the choices I have, whether it's where to eat lunch or where to spend my free time. For me, the choices are endless. There's Speedy's Sandwich Bar & Cafe where the BBC TV program Sherlock was filmed, a Doctor Who tour, Shakespeare's plays at The Globe, the Sherlock Holmes museum, etc... you get the point. I'm a fangirl.
Everyone keeps asking me if I'm excited. Ohhh yes, I most definitely am. Other people have said they're excited, and I believe them of course; who in the world wouldn't be excited?? (Except maybe my sister.) I just don't think they're as excited as I am. I'm not trying to brag or anything, it's just I've got a replica of Big Ben right next to my computer. So because I think my excitement exceeds the excitement of others going on the trip, I may need help. To my friends going on the trip, I suggest putting me on a leash so I won't run off if I see something exciting, such as a Benedict Cumberbatch, which will be highly unlikely to be seen, or bringing paper bags that I can hyperventilate in to.
I feel like this whole thing is a dream. My life is like a dream, and I hope I never wake up.
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