First observations on being back in Blighty, the life changing event I am slowly processing. It’s summer, it’s the World Cup, it’s Wimbledon. You couldn’t ask for a better week in which to adjust.
- Now that’s what I call a lovely summer’s day. Blue skies, sunshine, no humidity, comfortable enough to walk around in without breaking into a sweat at the mere thought.
- Everything is fucking expensive. Everything. Fairfield County and Manhattan are both cheaper places to live.
- I miss Target!
- The atmosphere in the pub when England are playing reasonably well is brilliant. It almost makes up for the fact that the wine isn’t properly chilled.
- I don’t know where to buy stuff from anymore. I was looking for a water bottle and ended up in Blacks paying almost 20 quid for a Sigg. See #3.
- The coffee bar at work has far too tempting an array of cakes. Although so far, the flapjack tasted of fish (or whatever I imagine fish tastes like, based on the smell), and the (gluten free) banana cake was a bit dusty.
- Getting paid every 4 weeks instead of every 2 weeks is something of an adjustment. Right now, July 21 seems a very long way away.
- It’s good being part of a team again at work. In my former job, colleagues would introduce me and say ‘I don’t know what she does, but she’s very busy’. And it was true, my role was vague and difficult to explain and there was only me doing it. Now I feel as though I am actually part of a department and I’ll have a couple of people reporting to me.
- As I hoped, I’m really enjoying being able to walk or get the bus. Bonus in that I can walk by the river. I definitely want a car (coming home on the bus this evening with two bags and my drycleaning was a pain) but I can wait to get the Audi TT of my dreams.
- I wish I had brought my bike on the ‘plane, although the reality of that would have made it even more difficult getting from the airport to the flat. It would be great to go cycling, though.