It is Tuesday at 2 in the afternoon as I type this and I am about to do something for the first time. I am leaving the apartment to go do things all alone. I have many irrational fears and this has been one of them. Yesterday I had to wait for the boiler guy and the air freight (yes, we have hot water and clothes!!!!!!!!! and temporary internet through our cell phones!) so I didn’t have to face this fear. I also put it off for darn long enough today. I have been showered for hours and telling myself to just go already. Sometimes when I am walking and I get scared (this usually occurs walking back from the bathroom in the middle of the night) I freak myself out and just start running. If I can aviod not doing that in the middle of the streets of London then I will consider this outing a huge success. I put on the best I can come up with for London-y clothes. I have a white t with skinny jeans, flats and a short trench coat. My hair is all crazywavy insane in a way that would drive my mother nuts. But I think that it will fit in because I am going to a pretty young area. No big jewelry or big purses. I was going to wear red lipstick because it makes me happy. But if they find my body, I don’t want them thinking I was asking for it. (this will be much funnier when I am safely back home, trust me) So I am off and will not return home without a pot and stuff for dinner (ok and Starbucks). Wish me luck.
****UPDATE***** I am back safe and sound from my shopping trip! I have groceries and a pot! The trip was really energizing, or maybe it was the Starbucks. It was good to get out of the house and it rained on me the whole way home so I really feel like I live in London now! Thanks for worrying.