Procrastination Station

So it is 1:30 in the morning, less than 48 hours before I step foot in London and I’ve decided now is a good time to start my blog. The only reason I remembered to start this blog (which I should have started over a week ago) is because driving home in the thick fog, reminded me of a poster I have of Big Ben on a foggy night taped to my bedroom wall. Watching my best friend’s headlights cut through the eerily thick fog in front of us seemed representative of my lack of visibility when envisioning this trip to the UK.

I’m really not sure what to expect. I hope to fall in love with the city of London like I have with New York City. I hope to have new experiences and awesome tales adventures to share with my family and friends when I return home.

I remember when I went to Costa Rica I was looking for something different. Growing up in suburbia, I never really had much to complain about, thus not much to write about when it came to writing about my experiences. I once had a published author who grew up in my same boring town tell me ‘If you can’t write what you know, write what you’re willing to learn more about.”

Last summer I trekked through the jungle, up and down the beaches of Gandoca, Costa Rica in search of nesting sea turtles and came back with a new experience to write about. However, if there is one thing Digital Journalism taught me this semester, it’s that you can take the simplest, most mundane event and turn it into a story if you dig deep enough. My hope for my trip to London isn’t having the drastically different experience to write about but finding the less obvious story seen only by those looking with fresh eyes.