On my own

St Brigid's Presentation Secondary School (Killarney)

London,

England.

Dear mom and dad,

I know that it’s only been a day since I’ve seen you both, but I hope that you are all keeping well. This trip has already started out amazing. I’ve been dying to tell you all about it. When I arrived at Heathrow airport early this morning I was greeted by Miriam and her family. It’s been so long since I saw her last that we both immediately ran into one another’s arms. It was like a scene from one of those cheesy rom-coms that I grew up watching as a child. Once my luggage was dropped off at the Green residence I decided to head into town. The metro was going to be the easiest form of transportation once I was able to figure it out. Luckily, I took to reading the maps like a fish takes to water. My first stop was Westminster. I got a tour of the Palace of Westminster. I was in awe of the detailer architecture as well as the interesting history I learned. The day went on as it would for any tourist. I picked up brochures, too many to count so I could plan what I would do next. I began walking slower to take in the surrounding views. I stopped in multiple shops to purchase quirky trinkets to have as a keep-sake. I saw plenty today. I decided to go to my room to change my outfit before going to dinner. Once Miriam and I were ready, we took the metro all the way to Piccadilly Circus. When we reached our destination, I was in awe of it. The dazzling bright lights captivated me into an awe-like trance. There were street dancers and singers who made my heart jump out of my chest to the beat of their drum. Whilst strolling around, I spotted this quaint, cute cupcake shop which had every cupcake decorated to its finest. Then a delicious aroma filled the air and spiked my attention. We followed the scrumptious scent until we came across where the aroma initiated, which was Tinkerbell’s Tree House. Okay, so it might not have been a fairy’s home, but it sure did look like one. It was an enclosed courtyard with seats in the centre, as well as on the balcony above. It was surrounded by bijou restaurants, that served mouth-watering food. The green ivy came down the sides of poles, intertwined with crepuscular, twinkling lights that relaxed me in an instant. We made ourselves comfortable at a table and talked the night away before heading home. Tomorrow Morning, I will be heading to Westminster Abbey, with all of you in my prayers. I will write again just before my week here is up. But I can feel it in my heart already that this is my best holiday yet and even though Miriam’s family are with me on this trip, I feel independent like it’s just me there, on my own.

With all my love,

Laura.