Dear London

Dear London,

We haven't met yet, but I'm already terribly excited to spend the next four months with you. You are going to be my home for the upcoming semester, my first semester of college. I'm going to learn to cook with you, to use the Underground with you, to be a semi-adult with you. Already I smile when I think of the adventures we will have together. Thinking of all the parks I'll explore, all the food I'll try, all the people I'll see just makes me smile with anticipation. I wish we were together right now, for the wait is becoming unbearable. For Honesty's sake, I'll admit that I'm a little nervous to finally meet you, because what if you aren't what I want you to be? What if my expectations for who you are are not met? But, from what I've read about you online, and what I've seen from photographs, you and I will get along just fine. Being a little nervous about incompatibility is not abnormal, right? There's nothing wrong with being a little cautious. And don't worry, my excitement for our budding acquaintance rather trumps all of my minor anxieties.

Until we meet,
Emma