the hostel she had chosen. She had saved enough money to get by for a few months traveling at least, but she knew that the sooner she had stories that the magazine would pay for, the better.
She gazed out of the window as she finished her croissant and orange juice and the plane began to slowly descend. Maybe it was foolish, but for now, not knowing any better, she felt ready to take on the world and scared to death at the same time. She hoped that once she landed she would find that there was no reason for the latter.
****
The first couple of days in London had been exciting and a little nerve-wracking, but Alexis decided that was to be expected. Of course, she had made her first big mistake: she had forgotten all about changing currency. Fortunately, she had a credit card with her that she could use in most stores and restaurants, but you still needed cash if you didn’t reach a minimum payment, plus there were the outrageous ATM fees. She hadn’t thought about how much money she would just be giving away every time she went to get cash out of the machine when she had not prepared well for the currency change. Besides the money issue and trying to find her way around in a place where she felt so disoriented, as if being on a different continent actually made the maps harder to read, she had been having a really wonderful time so far. She immediately met a few other travelers, as London was full of people who were not born there, and they made tentative plans to go places and do things together, but there was not the strong friendship that required everyone stick to these plans. No one was mad at her if she decided to go on a tour instead of to the coffee bar or out exploring instead of shopping, but it was nice to have the plans just in case she ended up alone. So far, traveling was wonderful. Today, however, she was making herself start work, and she had no idea how she was going to pull it off.
It was difficult enough to make herself get her computer out of her work bag and document what she was experiencing at some point every day; she felt the constant need to be out experiencing, and for once in her life, it seemed more important than ever to observe without judging. This urge made all of her entries so far very journal-like, rather than the intro, climax, and a resolution with a strong point to get everyone riled up that she was used to.
She knew she would have to put that bad practice behind her tonight. She needed to put on her Press Pass and try to hide the deer-in-the-headlights look that she was sure she had been wearing since she stepped off of the plane. Jacob had video-called her the day of her arrival to make sure that she had made it safely, allowing her an answer that could not have been much more detailed than a simple nod before rattling off information about an International Fund Raiser that Janice Williamson would be attending; therefore she would be attending it as well.
Alexis’s interest was piqued. Janice Williamson had been in the frenzied media spotlight for the last two months, after her husband had attempted to embezzle money from their company and spend it on his relationship with his mistress. The mistake he had made was believing that his loving wife would stand by him based on her lack of awareness about either situation, when the claims starting coming out from the accountants that something was not right. For such a successful businessman, Jack Williamson had been very bad at hiding both his affair and his deep pockets. The conversations he had been having about his plans with the mistress, Linda Blake, made the entire sordid affair public before he had a chance to execute any of them, though he had succeeded in informing many social networks of his strange bedroom habits. In the end, his wife Janice Williamson was just what Modern
She gazed out of the window as she finished her croissant and orange juice and the plane began to slowly descend. Maybe it was foolish, but for now, not knowing any better, she felt ready to take on the world and scared to death at the same time. She hoped that once she landed she would find that there was no reason for the latter.
****
The first couple of days in London had been exciting and a little nerve-wracking, but Alexis decided that was to be expected. Of course, she had made her first big mistake: she had forgotten all about changing currency. Fortunately, she had a credit card with her that she could use in most stores and restaurants, but you still needed cash if you didn’t reach a minimum payment, plus there were the outrageous ATM fees. She hadn’t thought about how much money she would just be giving away every time she went to get cash out of the machine when she had not prepared well for the currency change. Besides the money issue and trying to find her way around in a place where she felt so disoriented, as if being on a different continent actually made the maps harder to read, she had been having a really wonderful time so far. She immediately met a few other travelers, as London was full of people who were not born there, and they made tentative plans to go places and do things together, but there was not the strong friendship that required everyone stick to these plans. No one was mad at her if she decided to go on a tour instead of to the coffee bar or out exploring instead of shopping, but it was nice to have the plans just in case she ended up alone. So far, traveling was wonderful. Today, however, she was making herself start work, and she had no idea how she was going to pull it off.
It was difficult enough to make herself get her computer out of her work bag and document what she was experiencing at some point every day; she felt the constant need to be out experiencing, and for once in her life, it seemed more important than ever to observe without judging. This urge made all of her entries so far very journal-like, rather than the intro, climax, and a resolution with a strong point to get everyone riled up that she was used to.
She knew she would have to put that bad practice behind her tonight. She needed to put on her Press Pass and try to hide the deer-in-the-headlights look that she was sure she had been wearing since she stepped off of the plane. Jacob had video-called her the day of her arrival to make sure that she had made it safely, allowing her an answer that could not have been much more detailed than a simple nod before rattling off information about an International Fund Raiser that Janice Williamson would be attending; therefore she would be attending it as well.
Alexis’s interest was piqued. Janice Williamson had been in the frenzied media spotlight for the last two months, after her husband had attempted to embezzle money from their company and spend it on his relationship with his mistress. The mistake he had made was believing that his loving wife would stand by him based on her lack of awareness about either situation, when the claims starting coming out from the accountants that something was not right. For such a successful businessman, Jack Williamson had been very bad at hiding both his affair and his deep pockets. The conversations he had been having about his plans with the mistress, Linda Blake, made the entire sordid affair public before he had a chance to execute any of them, though he had succeeded in informing many social networks of his strange bedroom habits. In the end, his wife Janice Williamson was just what Modern
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