OOPS.

OOPS.

The day I ran into...Cara Delevingne.

England. The island off the coast of france, where it rains 90% of the time, and drizzles the other 10%. This was the place that I was going to be trapped with my dad, and I had a feeling I wouldn't fit in at all. All those british people, with their fancy accents and tea. I was used to the heat, the large, rolling landscapes, and indoor swimming pools of California, not the small countrysides of England.

But I was doing this for my mum. As I stepped onto the large white plane, waving back to my tearful mother, I continuously chanted that thought in my head. 'Do it for mum, do it for mum....Dad won't be that bad.' Nervousness knotted my stomach, the realization of what was happening started sinking in and I took a long gulp of coffee, wincing as it burnt my tongue. God what was I doing? I just hope this is the right decision.