Living here to be honest doesn’t feel very different for the most part. I guess because although sure, it’s not that similar to home, I don’t get the same sense of displacement that I did in the US and Ecuador. But every now and then, like when I take a bus that goes past St Paul’s Cathedral, or the time I walked past the Royal Courts of Justice gleaming in the sun on the way back to the office from a client’s, or when I found out that the British Library was pretty much walking distance from my (then) apartment, I get a little jolt. A little, hello, you live in London now, which is actually rather nice. :)
Except it’s also rather cold now. :S To the shops this weekend for warmer clothing, I reckon.
I’ve been doing more experimenting, this week I made Banana Apple Bread, which turned out well enough. Nothing like being in a lovely bright, warm kitchen that smells of baking while it’s miserable and cold outside. The bread is very dense though, I suppose like most quickbreads are? Filling though, I may start having them for breakfast, toasted with globs of butter. :p
I have finally moved house, after many estate agent travails, and P and I are happy as two bugs in a rug, or something like that. We’ve got a little terrace house with a large lounge, kitchen and (bare) garden, and we’ve managed to get ourselves set up over the last week or so, and have found places for most things. I really like my room, it’s lovely and warm, and at the moment hasn’t been at all associated with studying/work, so is also brilliantly comforting and stress-free. :p Will be getting broadband at home tonight as well, which I’m looking forward to, since it was a long, odd weekend without it.
Not all is as bright and happy as the above, and in fact I’ve spent quite a lot of the last few weeks feeling simultaneously a bit lost and grumpy, but I’m trying not to dwell on it overmuch, as there’s little I can change right now. :) I hope everyone’s well!
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