A howling wilderness of strangers

It was nine that night when their train reached Kingsport, and they found themselves in the blue-white glare of the crowded station. Anne felt horribly bewildered, but a moment later she was seized by Priscilla Grant, who had come to Kingsport on Saturday. “Here you are, beloved! And I suppose you’re as tired as I was when I got here Saturday night.”

“Tired! Priscilla, don’t talk of it. I’m tired, and green, and provincial, and only about ten years old. For pity’s sake take your poor, broken-down chum to some place where she can hear herself think.”

“I’ll take you right up to our boardinghouse. I’ve a cab ready outside.”

“It’s such a blessing you’re here, Prissy. If you weren’t I think I should just sit down on my suitcase, here and now, and weep bitter tears. What a comfort one familiar face is in a howling wilderness of strangers!”

-Anne of the Island

I made it safe and sound to England! Though, my flight was really rough, and we ended up circling for about 20 minutes before we could land:/ Customs went very smooth, no trouble, finding the bus station in Heathrow on the other hand as well as lugging my luggage there as well, presented a different problem. However, once I finally found the bus station I had an “angel from God” as my mom put it- as my bus driver. I had to wait quite awhile for the bus, and I felt like crying the entire time. My bus came in about 30 minutes, and the bus driver who was a kind older man told me “Just have a seat love, I’ll get your luggage and come see you about paying for a ticket.” If I didn’t want to cry before, I wanted to cry after that!

Anyways, I made it to my stop where my friend Ruth picked me up and brought me back to hers for the night.

Ruth, Jemima (her roommate/my friend as well) had some very illuminating discussions, illuminating as in what boys not to be even tempted by at their church! And do I know any single guys in America that like British girls? After such a hard day, it was a very lovely night.