Takeoff in less than 24.... whaaat?

(Air India Ad - 1960 )

So, welcome to my highly-requested blog all about my summer in London. I hope it lives up to your expectations of fantasticness.... yes fantasticness.... it's a word. I made it up. I'm a journalism student, but if you're looking for perfect grammar and sentence structure here, that's a big issue. You'll need to get your fix somewhere else. If not, continue!

I am doing the first dumb thing any world traveller can do; staying up late creating a blog instead of sleeping the night before she flies. My mind basically won't go to sleep, though my body is tired. I guess it's just the anticipation eating away at me during these last moments in the only part of the world I've known for my two-decades and some-odd days here on the big blueberry.

 I've been pushing and striving and interviewing and doing paperwork to get here for almost an entire school year, yet I have an insane feeling of unpreparedness. Sure I've shopped, and made lists, and researched and been completely dorky about trying to keep up with what's going on over there, but I'm still not, well, there. 

Did I mention I'm basically oozing with excitement along with this impending feeling of doom? Yeah. I'm psyched beyond belief. 

My plane leaves O'Hare at 8:40 pm tomorrow (erm, today). According to the ad (above), Air India is "the airline that treats you like a maharajah." I'm looking forward to this, and seeing if their 48 year-old claim is legit. I hope so. That would be fantastic. I mean, just SAY the word maharajah... it's beautiful... sumptuous even. Maharrrraaaaaaajjjaaaahhhhh..... nice.

I better get some beauty sleep. I hear that Union Jack is a real fox... furling and unfurling like he does... 

God Save the Queen.  Or at least all flights with Air India tomorrow. Cheers :)