Before I even started packing for London I knew it would be a challenge. The airlines only give you one checked bag, and it has to be less than 50 pounds. Normally I pack pretty light, but as I ransacked my closet pulling out shirts, dresses, pants, shoes, and other miscellaneous items I quickly realized I needed to cut back. I am probably one of the most indecisive people in the world, so choosing between a black shirt and a navy blue shirt twenty times over was a nightmare for me. Every time I put something away I felt certain I would somehow die without it for 7 weeks. After repacking my bag about 3 times I finally got it right, and it weighed in at 48 pounds exactly! I made it through O’Hare with no problems (they even let me use the first class line for security) and thankfully slept for most of the 8-hour plane ride. It wasn’t until I picked up my bag from luggage claim that I realized…I had no idea how to get to my dorm. Luckily, I was with another Wisconsin student, and we found the tube station (London underground trains) without much difficulty, but we weren’t sure which line to take. We knew our residence hall was near Old Street, but none of the trains went there. So with our three suitcases and two backpacks we got on the Central line, and transferred over to the Northern. After bumping into more than a few London natives and taking up an outrageous amount of space, we arrived at our stop. Unfortunately getting out of the tube meant carrying my 48-pound suitcase up four flights of stairs. But all of the travel and packing stress were worth it when I put my bags down and was able to walk around the streets of London for the first time, until it started raining.