The Arrival

So I've arrived in London. Currently I am living in a hostel in South Kensington. I think 90% of the year it's student housing (that's what I'm guessing by all of the "Imperial College London" signs around here) . It's nice enough. They gave me a private double room instead of the private single that I asked for, so there's a surprising amount of space in here.
It's quite a shock to the system to be back, I have to be honest. I'm trying to find my way around a city that is completely familiar to me and yet also totally new. Especially now that I'm trying to look at flats that are in different neighborhoods than where I was last time, everything is familiar yet utterly different.
The plane ride over was okay. The first flight (KC>Toronto) was great--I had the entire row to myself so I was able to spread out. The second flight was more uncomfortable--seven hours in the middle seat of the middle row sitting between to larger men. I didn't sleep a wink, but I did get to watch two movies and 7 episodes of 30 Rock, so that made it more bearable.
The first thing I did over here was buy a phone. I'm still trying to figure out how to work it, but once I do I'm sure my mom will happily share my number with you.
I honestly don't have much to say at this point. I'm just looking at flats/meeting potential flatmates and trying to get my life set up here. I guess I do like looking at flats in some weird way--it's nice to be able to rule out what I know for sure I don't want (for instance, there's no way I'm going to be looking at more houses in zone 5--that's way too far of a commute for me.) I'm going to see the National Theatre's production of Edward II tomorrow, which is exciting I guess. I mean, I came here to study theatre so I guess I need to be taking as much advantage of that as possible.