Why I Chose to go Abroad

So tonight I was hoping to attend a large meet, greet, eat, drink event hosted by King's College. But they ran out of tickets. Still, after the crowded shambles of last nights meet, greet, eat, drink event for the apartment complex I now live in, maybe that's a good thing. So I find myself in front of my computer writing this introduction to my blog.

On Friday, September 14th, I landed at Heathrow in London to live in the country I was born in and the country I haven't lived in since I was three years old. I have now moved to another country for the ninth time, but this is the first time I've done it more or less on my own. I have eternal sympathy for the mother who organized the other eight. After everything I have been through in a mere three days, I decided some people might want to read this... and it might also be a great way of retaining everything I learnt in Advanced Writing.

I have my reasons for returning after such a long time away from The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Family, beer I can drink legally, and a variety of the best accents in the world to name a few. However, I have always considered living in England, and this might prove the best way to find out without threatening to ruin my life. How close does the English stereotype I love playing back in the United States of America come to the genuine article. Through blog could provide a written answer... and also serve the essay American University wants me to write when I get back. There will probably be few posts as time goes by and I have less newsworthy stuff to talk about, but I will try to keep you, my readers, up to speed when I can.

Right, now that my Polonius styled explanation for this is over, let's begin.

P.S. So... blogger.com's spell check says that the word "blog" is a spelling error. hmmmm.