From Edinburgh To London. From London To Paris.
As I take my first steps in London Euston station alone as sense of pride rushes through me and I smile to myself all proud until I realise that I am already in a rush, although ahead of my time, all these masses of people seem to not be content until I am rushing along also. I have been here many times before but this time it's different, this time I am a 23 year old women setting out in the world alone for the first time in her life. My very own adventure.
So after managing to buy a ticket with no help whatsoever and a surprising lack of staff available to help if I needed any, I ventured into the unknown - the underground. Again everyone is rushing through these cave-like dull and dirty corridors. Already the positivity is draining out of me. Once I finally realised which platform to go on I may aswell have got poked on with a stick as you couldn't get another person on the tube if you tried. However, this was my adventure and I will enjoy it. Anyway, after being ridiculously proud of myself for using about the london underground system, I stepped off the train with the biggest smile on face. This. Is. It. No more home for as long as my money lasts. Tomorrow I will begin my journey round Europe. My very own adventure!
After all my positivity raised and my smile was back I got on the bus to a place called Norbury to stay with my friend Amy before catching the train to Paris the next morning. I met Amy in school and we quickly become very close friends. She moved to London when one of her friends moved so she could enjoy the 'Party' life. Which she undoubtly enjoyed more than she should of, however, She is now a happy mother, loving girlfriend and has redeemed herself completely. We toured a bit of London, seeing the Big Ben in all it's overrated glory and the London eye which I was too afraid to go on! Although it's PARIS tommorow and i'm so nervous I decide a mountain of wine is needed to calm my nerves.
Ok so, Hangover in hand and a struggle to get out of bed at 5am, I am up. Backpack on back and nerves higher than the sky itself. I venture back into the horrible world of the underground and get myself to St. Pancras station. Once I finally arrive, I give myself a good telling to not be scared and enjoy the ride, I realise most of my nerves have gone and my spirit levels rise by at least 80% and i'm ready to board the train.
Enjoying the scenery and taking in the countryside views, I almost forget i'm on the train to Paris, France until my mobile phone tells me i'm in Brussels, after almost having an anxiety attack that I have got on the wrong train, I realise that the train passes Brussels en route to Paris. I start to have another attack wondering what I am going to do when I get to my destination. I haven't booked any hostels, I don't know anyone. I don't even have any contacts and I can't speak French. What am I doing!? Was the next thing that entered my head. It's ten minutes until the train reaches my destination and I am a ball of nerves yet again but I am here now and there is nothing my unimpulsive side can do about it.
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