I remember when I went to study in London in 1985, I was petrified. I'd been brought up to be an Anglophile, watched/read/listened to British culture--ancient and modern--all my life. And I was petrified that I was going to get there and discover that because of some mysterious unknown thing I hated it all.
I didn't, of course, but there were some things that took a little getting used to. Most of which had to do with living in a big city for the first time in my life (in a city at all, unless one counts summer visits to my grandmother in New Haven).
Sounds like you have a good bunch of friends &c., which makes almost any situtation easier, too. :-)
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Date: 2005-09-29 12:10 pm (UTC)I didn't, of course, but there were some things that took a little getting used to. Most of which had to do with living in a big city for the first time in my life (in a city at all, unless one counts summer visits to my grandmother in New Haven).
Sounds like you have a good bunch of friends &c., which makes almost any situtation easier, too. :-)