The beginning seems to be the hardest and most exciting part. Upon arrival everything new just seemed to be waiting for me. The new job, the people, city, culture, etc. were all new and unexplored. Daily routines are created a sense of familiarity and I slowly became a part of the backdrop that I used to observe. The local slang became a part of daily banter and I found myself not using Google maps as often to navigate the streets. While I was walking on an errand back to work in an area I had never been to before, I thought about my last 4 weeks in London. No longer was this the beginning and it was not the end either. It seems as if I have started free falling. In all the before going abroad stuff they said that I would hit peaks while I was abroad. For the time being however I feel as if I am free falling. The daily battles to find my way and figure things out seem to be less and less. Days go on as normal and where I once walked with hesitation I now tread with intent. Most of what I am asked to do now in my work no longer scares me, it excites me. I can navigate the office and rely on some personal relationships in time of confusion or need. I have been tempted to call this my incline to something great, however, I am now seeing it as more of a free fall into the rest of the my time in this amazing place. I am traveling more and as I speak with family and friends about my experience the more insight I gain on this incredible experience. Taking a step back from it all I am seeing just how much I am enjoying the fall, because no matter how are the climb was now I can enjoy the views on the way down.