This is my fourth week in London, and I can affirmatively say that I’ve fallen deeply in love. I never expected to fall in love with anyone of anything within a four-week span, but clearly I have. I’m here studying abroad, and sadly, I only have three weeks left. I never want to leave here regardless of the sometimes-gloomy weather. Last night my roommates and I were caught in a rainstorm on Brick Lane, which is in the East End of London. Four of us ventured over there at around 3:30 p.m. and didn’t return to our flat until about 1:00 a.m. During the day, Sunday merchants, delicious smell of herbs and spices, and ethnic music made for a culturally rich experience, and when night fell, we escaped the cold and rain in a creatively cool pub/ club called The Big Chill: I highly recommend it! We met some very interesting people: two native brits and their friend who grew up in South Africa, four young Irish guys who moved from Limerick to London, a very personable Australian chick, a group of British guys in their late 20s looking for a fun night, a group of singing Italians, and other quirky, hipsteresque-like people. As the hours slipped, we all grew intoxicated and befriended each another. Anyway, I was a bit distracted, and now it’s 3:00 a.m.—time for sleep. Carpe Diem!