Read as I briefly try and describe why I love the London Underground

It's no china (which is what we called the apt mentioned below with the bar and awful decor) but we have found ourselves a place! The deposit was put down yesterday, I give them a ton of money next week, and voila!

It's huuuuuuuge, in a nice neighborhood, and has a great little garden in the back with a wrought iron spiral staircase leading down into it. You're all going to love it when you come visit. Except for Mike because he only loves America. And he has "school." And during the summer he has "work." What a load of crap. Anyway, make sure your passports are valid or get one and come visit me.

In fact, everyone come visit me during Thanksgiving. It's my favorite family holiday and I'm stuck here for it. At the very least someone mail me a box of Bell's stuffing...?

I keep getting the same disgusting cold over and over because everyone I the hostel has it. I told the girls when we move in that we have to make sure I bathe in bleach so they don't get it. I was almost over it yesterday- I felt my body winning! Then I was an idiot and made a date with a bottle of smirnoff. At least I got vitamin c from the orange juice...

This cold is the worst- it's mostly in my lungs and throat which makes me a pleasure to be on the Tube with... Speaking of the Underground, I love it! I keep thinking while I'm riding it that it's like being in the future because the trains are round (like riding in a can or a bottle). I'm not describing this well at all but it's true. And it always seems to me like it's going in the wrong direction, but you always end up where you want to go! MAGIC!