I missed the half-year mark, so I’m circling back around to it with a photograph from this afternoon.
In the six months I have been here, I have learned:
- how to get to the library, any number of shops, and my volunteering post without getting lost
- how to pay with pounds sterling (even coins) without freaking out that I am holding up the queue
- to call it a “queue” and not a “line” (and a “till” instead of a “register”)
- that yes, that’s the Castle
- that it may be snowing in the backyard while the sun is shining in the front yard
- that Vitamin D and light boxes are worth the expense
- that I do not want to live in a world without Skype, iChat, Google+ and anything else that lets me see the people I miss
- that gluten-free options in this country kick the ass of anything I’ve seen in the States
- that all that fuss about bringing the cats over was totally worth it
- lots about cooking because of all the practice, and it’s great
- that making new friends involves a certain degree of flailing, and that’s okay
- that there is very little that a hot shower or cup of tea cannot fix
I feel like I am finally getting past the twitchy, nervous part and seeing the adventure in my life now.