Phew, six months or thereabouts has gone by since my last post. Here I am, sitting in a new country which I now call "home". Here I am, in cold blustery weather that makes me finally understand what James Herriot was talking about. Here I am, writing in my blog after so long when really I know that if I don't finish my management essay I will be well and truly rogered.
It's been a strange sort of 2 months. First of all, they've kind of galloped by. Kind of like you turn your head and bang! You're in December! They say change is a good thing. I answer back with "who says so? And how much change?" No now I'm just being unfair. I do love my life here. I love what I'm doing, the college, the quaint little town, the Christmassy feeling in the air, the 2 pound Corona's, autumn leaves (which are non-existent now), the rabbits scampering around, fish and chips...the list is endless. What I do not love however, is washing dishes. That, and fire alarms being set off at 1 in the morning. They are a paranoid race indeed.
I've said it before but I will say it again, thank God for Moron. In a foreign country, he is the one familiar thing that I cling to. He spoils me rotten, takes me shopping, cooks for me, lets me have the side of the bed that is not up against the wall and even, on occasion, washes the damn dishes.
I named this blog "singing in the rain" for no particular reason really. I have one now.
December 02, 2007
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