Yes, this phrase is a song from a painful* band called Brand New. But those same six words are also how I would describe my life... if asked to do so in six words or less.
In exactly two weeks, I will be living in London on a study abroad through my beloved BYU. And yes, Brand New, I WILL meet lots of English boys!
While packing to come home from Utah, I had to simultaneously start packing for London. To make the process more enjoyable, I watched this:
I'm not one who is normally big on chick flicks, but this has quickly become one of my favorite movies. For two big reasons:
1.) It's about people who realize there is nothing for them at home (or in Provo...) and so they pack up and GO! and get a new start. And while they all end up falling in love with each other, they fall in love with life.
Despite the fact that I am currently wrapping up the best summer of my life, I feel I am due for such a love.
2.) After vigorously creeping the blogs of past London-Center-Goer/Stayers, I stumbled upon a small but powerful rumor that Jude. Law. Is. Our. Neighbor.
We live here, in 27 Palace Court. Apparently it's a fairly ritzy place.
(Although it does bear a striking resemblance to a not-quite-as-ritzy place...)
Number 12, Grimmauld Place
I fully plan to establish the Order of the Phoenix within the first week of moving in.
I will prepare myself in the neighborly art of recognizing incognito celebrities.
Hey Jude. Let the stalking begin.
* Ahem. No offense, all you Brand New lovers.... No, but really. They are terrible.