As my nineteen year old self prepared to finish my second year of school, I was also getting my shit together to go study abroad for part of the summer. I got to go home for a little bit and I was off on the most amazing adventure my little life would ever have (so far, I'm still in school y'all, I gots time to explore the world). But despite a 15 hour flight, getting lost in Heathrow, and then trying to navigate the streets of a foreign country on no sleep, no map, and in the rain, I ended up meeting one of my best friends in the world thanks to the lovely people who made room assignments.
So after finally finding my way to the dorms, hidden in the most ridiculous place that could only be found after knowing that it was there, I was looking like a drowned rat and made my way up four flights of stairs to my room. I was going thru my large bag looking for a towel and dry pants when my roomate walked in. She was taken aback by my awkward yet endearing presence and then we introduced ourselves.
The thing is,you know the reason that the other person is there because we all had an equal love and appreciation for the Beatles. You can't not become friends.
My other best friend became my friend for the little fact that my roomie and I had a room over some boys who happened to have wifi. So of course we took full advantage of that and so did the other friends.
It was a friendship born from the sheer fact that we all somehow needed to go check our facebooks. But it was a friendship full of awesome none the less.
The best I can describe the trip was that we would sit in a room and watch the Beatles Anthology and then talk about how the music had played such a great influence on molding the youths of the world, or we were walking around london looking at all the important sights that helped to define the Beatles in to those limey bastards we still love today.
It was also the first time I would fall in love. Real, actual, love. And boy did it suck. But that's Paris, this is London. And London was where I was able to go to bars and get really drunk in public, legally, for the second time. (The first time being when I was 15 and studied in France for part of a summer.) And while I don't condone excess drinking, even though I myself partake in it, it does have an effect of bringing people together, and for our ragtag group of 18, it was what we needed to bond and become the greatest class ever.
Granted things like this are like summer camp, they can't last past it's end date, and when seeing these people, it just won't be the same. With the exception of two of the greatest people I have ever met, that has unfortunately been the case.
Coming up: naked Paris, Friendship, dancing, running in the rain, and the boy that broke my heart.
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