After a school year as full of alcohol as studying and an exhaustive but fruitless job search, I'm off to London again. This time is even more hegemenous than last: I don't even have the excuse that I'm going to get a job across the pond. Until June 5th is straight-up self-indulgence, bouncing between London and an eclectic assortment of cities via the cheap flights of Ryanair and EasyJet coupled with the able planning of my friend Riad. It starts today via Air Canada, leaving from Newark and stopping in Montreal for a SARS-filled layover before jumping to Heathrow.
My mom asked me what the point of this trip is and i was entirely unable to justify it as anything other than fun. Hopefully, this journal will make it seam a little less self-indulgent.