You know what they always say…it takes a year to adjust.
Whoever they were, they were pretty right on.
I remember gazing out the window one Sunday afternoon thinking about how this all feels so normal to me.
You know, all this Englishness…the accent, the chimney’s, even the mingin’ coffee and pureed soup. Normal.
I’m home. This is my home.
Well, at least for the time being.
I want to take this time to thank you all for your funny (and reassuring) emails, entertaining comments, and for allowing me to share this experience with you. It's been a great year!
England. I’m finally here.
I don’t know where this adventure is going to take me, but I do hope it brings plenty of joy, creativity, and growth (both personally and professionally). There’s something here for me…I just hope I’m able to see it clearly.
Getting your feet on the ground in a foreign country is an interesting task.
Discovering the local hotspots (in Shipley, I have to say, there’s not many), buying groceries at Asda and not Albertson’s, walking…freaking everywhere, setting up a bank account. Everything is brand new to me. I feel comfortable here, although, not so much when I’m crossing the streets.
Life is magical. The sights, the sounds, the people, the desires that you intend to bring to life and then life bringing it all together for you…somehow.
Just like magic.
I love the boys here.
English boys are weird.
Someone told me that guys will flirt and hint if they fancy you and that usually the girls are the one's that make the first move. Timeout. Who says fancy? I think he may have said that to make me feel better about my lack of European lovin’…
Yeah…I’m going to have to give England a big, fat zero for the day.
Nothing inspires me more than to walk around a new city photographing it.
Looking for beautiful scenery and then waiting for life ∼ movement ∼ to fill it.
I’m so fortunate to be here.
Posted by Mary Beth at 10:30 PM