Unlike all my fellow bloggers who are just settling into their study abroad experience, I have now been living in London for about five months.

So while my fellow bloggers have done the usual “what I miss about American/can’t seem to get used to in my respective country” post, I have pretty much gotten past that stage. And while it does still bug me that people drive on the left yet walk on whichever side they feel like walking, I am also sure that when I get back to D.C. I will get run over by a car on Pennsylvania Avenue after looking the wrong direction before crossing the street.

Other then the whole crossing the street thing however, I hadn’t really thought that I had picked up any other “British” traits. Without thinking I still ask for the check at restaurants (they ask for the bill here), and cannot bring myself to ask where the toilets are, as it reminds me of a 5-year-old asking her mother to take her to the potty (I’m defiantly sticking to restroom).

Yet this weekend when a long time Hatchet friend’s connecting flight got canceled out of Heathrow, I found myself in the company of a friend I hadn’t seen since last summer. And while my friends here have been experiencing any effects of “Britishness” with me, and my parents have been eased into any changes slowly as we talk often, my friend instantly noticed London’s effects on me.

I laughed at him, and told him I didn’t think I would start spouting out cockney anytime soon; yet he was not far off – and I guess after five months in London that makes sense.

And with another five months to go before heading back to the States in late July, I can only wonder how much more “britishness” I will soak up.