
Margaret in London
(All images included in this blog are mine, even this one above!)
Good evening from London! Yes, even someone as scattered and forgetful as me has made it across the sea. I’m in London! I’m saying it again because it’s still a bit hard to wrap my head around. It didn’t quite sink in until I was trying to go to sleep on my first night here… great timing really. I watched the clouds move across a sky dotted with the lucky few stars and I realized that I really am 4,476 miles away from everything I’ve ever known. I thought about my mom in my childhood home, and my little sister finishing her last day of school for the year, and I thought about my car in my driveway and all the familiar things, and I realized there is an entire ocean that separates me from all of that. It didn’t feel real until then, but I made it here. Let’s backtrack and find out how I managed to do that then, shall we?
The journey is my home”
– Muriel Rukeyser
I arrived at XNA and fought back the tears, I still couldn’t comprehend that I was leaving for a month, and I was missing home on behalf of my future self. I stumbled through TSA, trying desperately to get my shoes, my liquids, my electronics and all my bags into the bins while the businessman behind me judged me so hard I could hear the thoughts in his head. I’m sure people who travel by plane more often are much more efficient about this, but I’m not one of them. The TSA agent had to correct me and tell me what to do at least four times. So, just a general apology to everyone who had to witness that. I was very excited to see an Auntie Anne’s on the other side of TSA and I comforted myself with pretzel bites and found everyone in the group waiting at the gate!
From this moment on, time started moving faster than the beating wings of a hummingbird. The hours turned to minutes and the minutes turned to seconds. The flight to Chicago was short and sweet. And honestly, I was a bit nervous about being gone for so long, but I was very excited about the airport.

Chicago Bound!
I arrived at the Chicago O’Hare International Airport, and it was everything I remembered – huge. Airports are a special kind of liminal space. I wouldn’t mind living there, the Chicago airport. They have coffee and giant hotdogs. There was even a rainbow light display on the walking moving walkways. What more could a girl need? Sidenote: those moving walkways are absolutely my favorite thing, I will always take the opportunity to use them.


Yet again, the time went by way too fast. Before I knew it, it was time for our next flight to board. They didn’t even let me finish my coloring page first. However, while we were all waiting at the gate, I immediately found that I was very thankful for the people I was surrounded with. They made me feel at ease, not so alone and it was reassuring that not only would I be making new friends, but I would be reconnecting with my old ones!


We boarded. We walked through the first-class seats, and I might have started drooling a little. I daydreamed about the naps I could take in those seats. I also wondered at the cost of these seats. (I googled it a couple days later; let’s just say they cost way too much.) I made my way back to my seat. Now, I never mean to complain. However, on the first flight I was a little spoiled. I had a window seat, and I got to watch as we floated through the dreamland of white and blue up in the sky. On this flight, I was in the middle aisle, and the middle seat. I remained optimistic! As soon as I sat down I was ready to pass out, especially when they turned all the lights out on the plane and it was the perfect airplane nighttime ambience. Then the pilot announced dinner, and I was wide awake. I’ve never heard anyone have anything good to say about airplane food, but I liked it! I got the buttered chicken AND it came with a little lemon ice-cream?! Are you kidding?! I love flying.
I did my best to sleep after dinner. It was six hours of changing positions every twenty minutes to something that was somehow even more uncomfortable. I had no where to put my head, my feet… really my whole body didn’t fit. The pilot had asked everyone to shut their windows, because we left during the dead of night but as we neared London the light would start to come through and he didn’t want to keep anyone awake. The guy in the row across the way had a different idea, apparently. Right as the sun came up he threw open his window so the light came blaring through. I loved every minute of it, honestly. I woke up just as we were flying over Ireland to a breakfast of yogurt and a biscotti. They let me have coffee and orange juice. Can I reiterate enough that I love airplanes?
We touched down in London and began the process of trying to find our bus. It took a few trips up and down different elevators and visits to the wrong terminal but we finally made it! We got a taste of London weather as soon as we got outside. The sky was bright, blue, and sunny when we stepped outside, and when we got on the bus it was pouring down rain.
As we walked to and arrived at the hotel the first thing, I noticed was how many different types of people were here. Everywhere I turned someone was speaking a completely different language. I’m pretty sure I heard German, French, Spanish and Russian all in the span of two minutes. London is home to one of the most ethnically diverse populations in the world and that has been very evident throughout the trip. All the different displays of culture; food, music, art, buildings, and people. It was immediately one of my favorite parts about being here.
We got to our room and the keycards wouldn’t open the door. Some of us didn’t even have rooms available yet. We were already learning how to be flexible, patient, and adaptable. I went down to get our keys replaced, and they still didn’t work. I had to talk to a lot of people, but I eventually found the man in charge. He sounded just like Paddington Bear, so I trusted him. He had to replace the batteries on our key reader, and we were golden!

I got all set up in the room, so it felt a bit like home. We had a gorgeous view of the flats across the road and the street below. I’ve already made a habit of people watching from the window. From way up on the fifth floor I can see the people walking below. Some of them headed to work, some of them dragging suitcases on their way to their new adventure. At night I can see the people in the windows of their flats; folding laundry, working on their computers, talking to who I imagine must be a loving and devoted girlfriend. It’s easy to do that here – look at people and make up their story in your head. There are so many kinds of people with different backgrounds moving in different directions.
I went out on a walk with Abby as soon as I was settled. My favorite way to explore any city is on foot with a camera in my hands. I get to capture things the way I see them, and on the bus ride over to the hotel I was giddy seeing all the things I couldn’t wait to take pictures of. The other thing I was super excited about when planning for this trip was the coffee shops. I love finding cute coffee shops when I travel and picking out the best mocha I can find. We went to a place called Noxy Brothers. I really liked the vibes; they had a cute neon sign, and I really liked the design on the cups. I got a chai latte. I normally like chai, but everything is different in London—tastes especially. I’ll give it a 5/10, but I’ll have to go back and try something else before I give my final judgement.
I brought a raincoat because it was raining when we left, but by the time we made it two blocks the sun was beating down and I had to tie it around my waist. And I thought Arkansas weather was all over the place!



We found a beautiful park right by the hotel, Trafalgar Square. It has a big statue of Gandhi in the middle, and he sets the peaceful mood throughout the whole park. As I was taking pictures of Abby, a chunky little squirrel came up behind her and started licking the back of her shoe. I shouted, “don’t move!” and tried to capture the moment with my camera. The lighting wasn’t right, so I pulled out my phone camera for video, just in time. The squirrel was begging us for food, like a dog. He ran right up to me and stood on his hind legs. He looked at me with wide, pleading eyes and I was absolutely fascinated. I’d never seen a squirrel be so fearless. A woman with a beautiful English accent came up (at this point, hearing the London dialect and way of speaking was still fresh and very exciting – not sure if that will ever change though). The woman spoke to the squirrel and told it she might have some duck food so it approached her and began it’s cute little begging routine again. It was then that I thought about the potential for all the magical, fascinating, unexpected things that could happen on this trip. It was then that I knew that was all I wanted, even if it was scary.
A small group of us walked around and then went to Petit a Manger, which seems to be a chain here – really good food and coffee, with a large variety of stuff. It’s popular for a reason, it’s easy and it’s yummy! Then we went down to a pub and experienced even more of the chaotic weather. We sat outside and it rained, we went inside and the sun came out, and this went on perpetually until we decided to put our hoods up and endure the rain.









We went to a little bookstore across the street and had a lot of laughs looking at all the different books. I bought one that I’m excited to read about traveling! Perhaps some of its anecdotes will make it into the blog.


We went into the London Pub underneath our hotel, and I tried authentic London fish and chips for the first time! I think I’ll wait to pass my final judgement on this foreign delicacy until I’ve tried it from a few more places, but so far – 7/10.

We walked around the area close to our hotel for a little longer and found some fun things– including an arcade and a sign in a Slim Chicken’s (yes, they have that here) that reminded me of home.
That night before I went to bed, I walked around the blocks surrounding our hotel and looked at all the buildings at night. It was peaceful. The University College London is right behind our hotel, and it’s one of the countless gorgeous buildings I’ve gotten to see so far.

The next morning, I discovered that American hotel breakfast does not hold a candle to the hotel breakfast here. Then we went on a bus tour around London and the magic truly began. It was the opening of the portal to this brand-new place, reality, and universe I’m discovering. All the historical buildings here are absolutely fascinating, but then you look in the opposite direction and they are living amongst the contemporary and modern buildings of glass and steel. It is magnificent; in every way possible, we get the best of both worlds here. Learning about some of the history of London had me entranced and excited to learn more. I began to see that London is separated into little hubs, and as you move from one to the other the city completely transforms, different buildings, food, sights and atmospheres.



As we were driving, we saw some demonstrations happening on the sidewalks. On one side, there were a group of people with a Trump flag, and I questioned the placement of this kind of demonstration in a different country. The sign they had was chilling, and I think it speaks to a lot more than just what they think they’re trying to say.

In much more pleasant news, the Queen’s Jubilee is coming up to celebrate 70 years on the throne! The city is abuzz with excitement and preparations, and I cannot wait to see what that day will be like. The royal family will be here, and the Queen will make an appearance!
From the bus we found the Underground and took the train to Piccadilly Circus! The Underground was so colorful, and just like London itself everything station is different from the next. It’s cleaner and seemingly more efficient than the New York subway systems. Some of us did get left behind and had to hop on a different train though! All just practice for when we are navigating the underground maze all by ourselves! I noticed that the subway is also a fantastic to place to observe and analyze the people here—I take note of their outfits, what they have, and the looks on their faces and I think about where they might be going. How are they feeling? Are they wondering about me too?
Once we all made it safely, we headed up the stairs and entered the eutopia of Piccadilly Circus! It reminded me of Times Square, but on steroids and seemingly unending. I loved it there, it was crowded and bustling, just like I like it. Everywhere I turned there was something new to look at, new décor, new people doing cool things like acrobats! It’s a perfect example of why I’m so thankful that I’m on this trip with all the people that are here with me. We are all experiencing this in different ways, noticing different things, capturing it in our own essence. It’s what art is all about, and we are all becoming more educated and well-rounded creators. I love getting to talk to my fellow classmates and hearing their perspectives about the things that I saw and hearing about the things that I might’ve missed – I’m getting such a wider range of experience that way!






I took this picture of a man with his camera, and it’s probably one of my favorite images I’ve captured so far. I was running by and I saw him lift his camera to capture the flag of the United Kingdom flying in the wind. He seemed peaceful and at home. I recognized my fellow artist, capturing his world in a completely different way than me. I didn’t even speak to him or see his face, but I will not soon forget him.

To end our afternoon, we had lunch at Shake Shack. Surprisingly enough the shake was lackluster, but the burger was fantastic.


That night we went to go see Straight Line Crazy. The route to the theatre was gorgeous, we had a great view of the bridge, and it was a beautiful evening. We even found some funky statues and had a little fun monkeying around.



The theatre was beautiful. We sat down in our seats, and I got a little queasy, so Leah took me to the bathroom to cool down—I was again very thankful to have such a good friend with me on this adventure. On our way out I noticed a couple kissing in the hallway. They were probably in their 80s, and she had a fun rainbow sparkle purse that caught my eye. It looked like something I will have in 60 years. Her husband kissed her twice and then put both of his hands on her cheeks. As I walked by I heard him gently speak to her, with love pouring from his being. “Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are simply lovely?” It immediately brought tears to my eyes. Everything I’ve seen in the past two days has shown me how magical everything is when you’re in the moment, focused and observant of everything around you. You just never know what you’ll see.





I loved Straight Line Crazy! They were using American accents, because it is a show about New York and the architect Robert Moss. and it was interesting to think about an English person learning an American accent because I’m used to it being the other way around. There were a couple moments that I noticed where I thought ‘that is definitely not how an American accent sounds saying that word.’ I do wonder if I only noticed that because I’m American, and if anyone else who’s not from America thought the same thing. I thought the set was super cool, and the way every piece on it was impermanent and movable so it was very dynamic, and the actors could use it to tell the story. My attention was brought to the blocking several times, it seemed very precise and almost metaphorical to what was happening in the show. The acting was great, especially the mayor—I loved his character. Every time he came on stage, I got excited because I knew I was going to laugh, and when Robert came out, I was really interested in their relationship dynamic. This show left me very thoughtful, especially the last line; it left me with chills. I was very interested in the writing and the way the playwright worked with the characters to get his point about greed and power across. Since it was a play that revealed the ignorance Robert Moss, I wondered what the non-Americans in the audience thought of it and what kind of impression it left on them.
After the show I walked with Leah and had an in-depth discussion about what we saw, and what we noticed about the production and the writing. Since her specialty is costume design, I was really interested to hear her insights and she noticed a lot of things that I didn’t and opened my eyes to looking at theatre in a more detailed way. Then I talked to Austin who is pursuing his masters in lighting design. I’ve loved his work in the past and so I was super excited to get his insight as well. He taught me a lot; I don’t know very much about lighting but I’m very fascinated by it. For instance, he told me that saturated and colorful lighting is utilized much more in American theatre. “We love color there,” he said. This show didn’t have any colored lights whatsoever, and it was very interesting to mark the difference that made.

I am so blessed to share in this journey with people who share my passion and excitement for art and theatre. Talking with them after the shows is something I will always look forward to; those of us in different concentrations can learn from one another and those of us in the same concentration can bounce ideas off each other! I am overjoyed to be here.
Signing off from London,
Margaret.















































