Copenhangin’ but can’t Fly

Sorry It’s been so long since i’ve posted! Anywho,I spent last weekend in Copenhagen, Denmark.

I love Copenhagen.

Although the language proved beyond my comprehension or ability to even decipher the letters used by the natives, Copenhagen captured my heart and froze my toes. Although I do have to admit that I was quite sick during my  holiday, it did not put an overall damper on my time in Denmark.

Nyhaven

Nyhaven

I spent the days walking around Copenhagen with my friends and eating good food. We went on a canal tour, saw the “mermaid”… well I didn’t but my friends did (I was actually pretty sick).

However, the trip home proved an obstacle of its own.

Story time:

Diabetes supplies are expensive, heavy, bulky and necessary for my survival. I had no problem carrying my average-sized carryon onto the plane on the way to Copenhagen, but upon my arrival at the airport from Copenhagen back to London, I immediately was told to check my bag. Well, I could not check my bag, as it had all of my necessary diabetes equipment in it, including my insulin that needed to be kept at a stable temperature.

Commence minor panic attack.

I have never been so thoroughly mistreated by an airline. Norwegian Air yelled at me, chastised me, refused to let me speak to a supervisor, then once they did, she proceeded to yell at me as well. I know I can be less than levelheaded at times- but when it comes to my health I don’t mess around. No one would see reason, including prohibiting me from gate-checking my bag so as to ensure I would have my supplies at hand up until boarding time.

I was then told that they “don’t do that”… even though they did. I was forced to check my bag. I had to take out as much of my supplies as I could, and carry them (loose) onto the plane. Although I am lucky that they did not loose my bag, the entire experience left me upset and shocked at the lack of understanding of such a common disease. Anywho, moral of the story: Don’t fly Norwegian Air.

Re-reading this, perhaps it’s something that you had to be there to understand. Oh well, sharing is caring, right? Sorry for the rant.

Look for another post sometime this week!

Stay warm and beautiful

-XO

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Gallivanting Around L-Town

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A snap I took whilst on a stroll through London(town)

Traveling is exhausting, especially when you’re lugging around 2 suitcases, a backpack, and a 20 pound bag full of six months worth of diabetes supplies. Someone get me a drink…pronto.

Okay, now that I finally had my first completely legal drink (in London no less!) I can sit back on my “bed,” (thanks BU, I clearly see where my massive tuition is going) and fight off the encroaching jet lag. That being said, I managed to get by with only a 30 minute nap within the last 24 hours or so. Let’s just say that I am feeling pretty delirious at this point, so this post will be quite short.

London is great so far. The people are sassy, the city exudes a liveliness unrivaled by any of its American counterparts- the people do not ooze with desire to outshine one another, they do not seem to care what the other manages to accomplish in a short amount of time, nor do they even seem to care if someone does better than them in certain games or jokes.

Londoners do not seem to care about competition (in the specific sense of the word, like work-wise), but rather they seem content walking the streets after a pint or two, laughing and making completely inappropriate but satisfying (in my opinion, I love a good shocking joke) one-liners.

While this marks my 14th hour in this stunning city, I feel like I know this place, aside from the fact that I visited for a few days ten years ago. I cannot wait to meet new people, live, laugh and overall enjoy my time abroad.

Look forward to some more posts as I explore the Eastern Hemisphere.

XOXO

~Stay classy (and posh)~

The In Between (Boston and London edition)

The view from my dorm.

The view from my dorm.

With a flip of my (extremely long at this point) hair, the fall semester of my junior year at BU appears to be over. After a semester of literal blood, sweat, and tears, I have to say this ending seems more bitter sweet than others.

Being a junior in college is great. You know who your friends are, you’ve declared your major, you’re on your way to becoming…well, a real person. So to end a semester filled with friends and fun, pack everything up into (6!) boxes and move out of your comfort zone of beautiful Boston to study abroad in London–seems a little terrifying to say the least.

Anywho, my family packed me up and moved me out of my dorm of two years at BU, to return next fall–my senior year of college. Let me repeat, I will not return to Boston until my senior year of college. Let that sink in. While that is only 9 months away, that is insane to think that the next school year I spend in Boston will be my last as an undergrad.

I feel like just yesterday I stepped off of the plane at Logan Airport into the tundra of possibilites that Boston holds. Now, I find myself two and a half years older, substantially wiser (in my opinion), diabetic, and with a whole new outlook on life.

Life isn’t always the perfect creme brulee. I am finding that perhaps, it’s those low moments (in blood sugar and life) that define us. Maybe, those lows make the highs all the better, make the good times shine brighter than the shadows of the darkest days. (Wait, were those song lyrics?)

Although I miss my amazing friends already, I cannot wait to make new ones in London, and explore a country new to me. I cannot wait to travel and taste and see new things. I cannot wait to meet new people. I cannot wait for tea and crumpets and accents! London seems like a new page–not an end to an old book, but more like a new chapter to an ever-growing novel.

This is real, this is me, these are my thoughts. el oh el.

Happy Holidays everyone! Expect a few more posts before I hop across the pond (as they say).

Stay classy! To my friends up north, stay warm!

XOXO