Everything is so calm...
After an INSANE couple of weeks at work, where I found myself having to de-stress several times a day, it was suddenly arrival date for Em and the boys. It's been a long time since I lived with that level of anxiety, anticipation, hypervigilance - I forgot how much it can mess with you... Saturday the 10th felt so long! I arrived at Heathrow at about 4:30am to pick Emily up. She and the boys arrived safe and sound, though all were exhausted and the boys were understandably unsettled when they arrived at the flat, a few hours after Emily. I burst into tears when I saw all three of them (Em, Shadow, and Charlie respectively). Within a couple of hours, a few treats and some lovin' from the mommies, both boys settled in nicely. Shadow is showing his age more and more, but is otherwise doing very well.
I have this week and the following week off of work, which has been wonderful so far. I feel extremely fortunate to be able to sleep in, have a leisure morning, and go explore with Em and the boys. We have been able to go around London a bit, meet some new friends, and explore even more of Chiswick.
Today we went to Stonehenge - I misremembered the actual day of the solstice, but only by a day.. It is really a holy place, as there is a calm and reverent quiet that washes over people when they approach the stones. Although the weather when we left was warmer, sunny, etc., by the time we got to Wiltshire (where Stonehenge is), it was a positively English afternoon - cloudy, windy, with a moist slightly biting cold. It seemed really fitting though. The rolling grey sky made the green of the grass that much brighter, and thus the stones, more stunning. Mom had wanted to see Stonehenge when she was alive, and I felt her there with me/us. I managed to scatter a little of her remaining ashes near a bench, facing the winter solstice stone. What an extraordinary experience, and now a lovely memory....
Pictures to follow...
Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy New Year to you all - may your season be safe, warm and abundant...
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
London Fog, Markets, and Preparations...
I sat down to update this blog a couple of weeks ago, then I was interrupted by the various life things of that day, and here we are, another two weeks having passed. This inevitably happens... I start out strong, with the intention of weekly postings, then the weekly becomes every two weeks, every three weeks, etc. I am thrilled that the growing distance between postings is due to being able to go and do so much, but I always feel badly when I don't maintain the consistency I had intended. Oh well...
Soooo... Every weekend for the last three weeks, I have dove into the markets here. Markets in the UK (and in Europe, for that matter) are quite common... Some are year-round, some as seasonal. The Christmas markets are very sweet, REALLY crowded, and smell like pine, mulled cider, and cookies. It makes me feel the Christmas spirit for the first time in a few years. One of the many great things about the markets here is that most of the stalls and shops are individually owned, the goods are made by locals, and much of what you find are one of a kind. AND, though prices are posted, for some of the goods, it is not uncommon to barter a bit (within reason, of course). Each of the markets I've been to has taken me to different parts of London, so by virtue of the journey, I am getting to see more and more of the city. I expect to be a ready and useful tour guide by Spring - for those pondering a visit :).
A few weeks ago, I made it to SoHo - the slightly seedy (in some blocks, but you get that anywhere in a big city), vibrant theatre and queer part of the city (thank you Leah and Rachel for your expertise and fabulous company). I went there on a Saturday night, and liked it so much I got up early the next morning and went back. It was a fascinating contrast, walking the streets on a boisterous Saturday night, and a quiet Sunday morning. I can't tell you how I love to be able to do things like that - get up and go explore new and different places.
The following weekend, I woke on a Sunday morning, opened the curtains in the living room (reception room, in Brit-speak), and it was like a friggin Sherlock Holmes novel.. The fog was so thick, I could barely see across the street - and it stayed like that ALL DAY. I loved it!! It was so eery and weird. I'm sure those dealing with travel found it less novel, but wow - another first for me.
Thanksgiving was, well, Un-Thanksgiving. For the first time in my life, I worked that day, and it was another regular day to anyone not from the US. In fact people asked me the origin of the Holiday. I felt embarrassed to tell a half-ass version of the Pilgrims, etc. as my recollection of the story I was told as a kid is a little distant. That night it was the annual lighting of the tree and Christmas lights in Chiswick. I met a few friends for the occasion, had my first mince-pie, so there was a celebration of sorts. I was grateful to get home and be included in the family blessing of Thanksgiving dinner in NH via Skype. Though I have missed loved ones very much since I left, that was the first day I missed home.
The last couple of weeks at work have been incredibly busy. The days fly by, and I find myself with a little too much on my plate. It is preparation for exams, which for me is always a very busy time. I am also preparing for Emily and the boys arrival. They will be here in 7 and 1/2 days. I am so very excited to be reunited, and for the next and fuller part of this amazing journey to begin. I am VERY nervous about the dogs traveling - I know they will be fine, and that people fly with their dogs all the time, I just hope they aren't too scared, as it will be a long, weird day for them. All the parks, smells, and new experiences that await them here - not to mention a local butcher down the street who can cut me a couple of fresh bones for them ;). For those who follow this blog, please say a prayer for safe travel for Emily, Charlie, and Shadow sometime between 1:30pm Sat. Dec 10 to 6:00am Sun - Dec 11. I am grateful that after they arrive, I have just a few short days of work, then 2 weeks with Em and the boys to explore, celebrate, and land. As much as I have loved my independent journey here so far, it has felt incomplete without them. Soon :)
Well, below are a few pics of the recent adventures... Should I be delayed again in posting, I wish you all a wonderful abundant holiday! May you feel loved, comforted, and blessed!
Soooo... Every weekend for the last three weeks, I have dove into the markets here. Markets in the UK (and in Europe, for that matter) are quite common... Some are year-round, some as seasonal. The Christmas markets are very sweet, REALLY crowded, and smell like pine, mulled cider, and cookies. It makes me feel the Christmas spirit for the first time in a few years. One of the many great things about the markets here is that most of the stalls and shops are individually owned, the goods are made by locals, and much of what you find are one of a kind. AND, though prices are posted, for some of the goods, it is not uncommon to barter a bit (within reason, of course). Each of the markets I've been to has taken me to different parts of London, so by virtue of the journey, I am getting to see more and more of the city. I expect to be a ready and useful tour guide by Spring - for those pondering a visit :).
A few weeks ago, I made it to SoHo - the slightly seedy (in some blocks, but you get that anywhere in a big city), vibrant theatre and queer part of the city (thank you Leah and Rachel for your expertise and fabulous company). I went there on a Saturday night, and liked it so much I got up early the next morning and went back. It was a fascinating contrast, walking the streets on a boisterous Saturday night, and a quiet Sunday morning. I can't tell you how I love to be able to do things like that - get up and go explore new and different places.
The following weekend, I woke on a Sunday morning, opened the curtains in the living room (reception room, in Brit-speak), and it was like a friggin Sherlock Holmes novel.. The fog was so thick, I could barely see across the street - and it stayed like that ALL DAY. I loved it!! It was so eery and weird. I'm sure those dealing with travel found it less novel, but wow - another first for me.
Thanksgiving was, well, Un-Thanksgiving. For the first time in my life, I worked that day, and it was another regular day to anyone not from the US. In fact people asked me the origin of the Holiday. I felt embarrassed to tell a half-ass version of the Pilgrims, etc. as my recollection of the story I was told as a kid is a little distant. That night it was the annual lighting of the tree and Christmas lights in Chiswick. I met a few friends for the occasion, had my first mince-pie, so there was a celebration of sorts. I was grateful to get home and be included in the family blessing of Thanksgiving dinner in NH via Skype. Though I have missed loved ones very much since I left, that was the first day I missed home.
The last couple of weeks at work have been incredibly busy. The days fly by, and I find myself with a little too much on my plate. It is preparation for exams, which for me is always a very busy time. I am also preparing for Emily and the boys arrival. They will be here in 7 and 1/2 days. I am so very excited to be reunited, and for the next and fuller part of this amazing journey to begin. I am VERY nervous about the dogs traveling - I know they will be fine, and that people fly with their dogs all the time, I just hope they aren't too scared, as it will be a long, weird day for them. All the parks, smells, and new experiences that await them here - not to mention a local butcher down the street who can cut me a couple of fresh bones for them ;). For those who follow this blog, please say a prayer for safe travel for Emily, Charlie, and Shadow sometime between 1:30pm Sat. Dec 10 to 6:00am Sun - Dec 11. I am grateful that after they arrive, I have just a few short days of work, then 2 weeks with Em and the boys to explore, celebrate, and land. As much as I have loved my independent journey here so far, it has felt incomplete without them. Soon :)
Well, below are a few pics of the recent adventures... Should I be delayed again in posting, I wish you all a wonderful abundant holiday! May you feel loved, comforted, and blessed!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Guy Fawkes, Sharon Gless, and Veggie Sausages
It all started Friday. The festive ending to a long week of school inspections. First, my school bought any teacher/staff/administration who went to the Red Lion Pub a drink - another first for me here. I talked and laughed, and everyone was smiling, relieved, exhausted, and happy. Then, I went to a benefit for the Acton Homeless Shelter, which my friend Ian manages. The benefit was held in a social club inside an old Abbey - there were waltzes, Irish step dancing, and dancing circa Jane Austen. I won a toaster in a raffle, and chatted with some of the people there - all of whom were over the age of 65, most of whom were Irish. My friends Ian, Antonio, Terry and Brian insisted on walking me home at 1:00am - for no other reason than I was a young woman unaccompanied (which is to say, no, I wasn't THAT tipsy) - we skipped most of the way, singing, regaling, and spotted a fox on the green in front of my flat.
Saturday I woke late, feeling a bit fuzzy, made myself breakfast, napped, then went to see Round Heeled Woman, a West End play starring Sharon Gless (QAF, Cagney and Lacey). I immediately wanted my mom to be there, and the humor, longing, and in-you-face boldness of the character Sharon Gless played made me think of her constantly. The play was funny, well acted and written, and so moving. I had to get myself together quickly to meet my colleague Kara - a Western Aussie wild child, and her friend Nicole to go to the biggest London Guy Fawkes celebration. For those of you I haven't bored with the historical aspect, Guy Fawkes was the man, who on the 5th of November, 1605, attempted to blow up Parliment. Every year there is a celebration of his failure with bonfires and fireworks - the irony is a bit humorous. I was a little sad to walk through Battersea Park, because it was so dark, and poorly lit - The dogs would have loved it in the daylight. I hadn't been in a crowd that big in a very long time (like 30,000). I haven't been a fan of fireworks in years (oh, Liam - my sensitive boy who HATED fireworks), but I found myself staring up in awe and wonder, and even for a second or two, felt transported to an unearthly realm, as so many colors permeated the sky. It was made more amazing by standing between two little boys, each no older than 4, perched on their father's shoulders, yelling, "Yeah!, Oh Wow!" I can only imagine how amazing fireworks are to a child. Is there anything more exciting?
We must have walked for 2 miles in a thick crowd to get to a bus stop that would take us to the tube. Our search for food that late at night ended with the three of us, two Aussies and an American hovered over a bag of crisps (chips) and peanuts. I was happy yet exhausted glad to get home, change into my new soft pajamas (jim jams to the Brits) and crawl into bed.
I cleaned the flat this morning - probably the first real cleaning I've done in the two months there (don't judge!), then decided just to walk the Chiswick High Road in search of breakfast. I had the best breakfast out since I've been here - it was even a "full English breakfast", meaning there were baked beans and veggie sausages included. The veggie sausages were TO DIE FOR! And I immediately wanted Em with me to enjoy them. Soon. I walked the back streets home, admiring the small front gardens of the row houses here.
So here I am, enjoying the crisp evening on this Sunday. Home soon to my sourdough pizza from Franco Manca - tomorrow to see John Leguizamo stand-up downtown!
In much gratitude and love,
Jp
Saturday I woke late, feeling a bit fuzzy, made myself breakfast, napped, then went to see Round Heeled Woman, a West End play starring Sharon Gless (QAF, Cagney and Lacey). I immediately wanted my mom to be there, and the humor, longing, and in-you-face boldness of the character Sharon Gless played made me think of her constantly. The play was funny, well acted and written, and so moving. I had to get myself together quickly to meet my colleague Kara - a Western Aussie wild child, and her friend Nicole to go to the biggest London Guy Fawkes celebration. For those of you I haven't bored with the historical aspect, Guy Fawkes was the man, who on the 5th of November, 1605, attempted to blow up Parliment. Every year there is a celebration of his failure with bonfires and fireworks - the irony is a bit humorous. I was a little sad to walk through Battersea Park, because it was so dark, and poorly lit - The dogs would have loved it in the daylight. I hadn't been in a crowd that big in a very long time (like 30,000). I haven't been a fan of fireworks in years (oh, Liam - my sensitive boy who HATED fireworks), but I found myself staring up in awe and wonder, and even for a second or two, felt transported to an unearthly realm, as so many colors permeated the sky. It was made more amazing by standing between two little boys, each no older than 4, perched on their father's shoulders, yelling, "Yeah!, Oh Wow!" I can only imagine how amazing fireworks are to a child. Is there anything more exciting?
We must have walked for 2 miles in a thick crowd to get to a bus stop that would take us to the tube. Our search for food that late at night ended with the three of us, two Aussies and an American hovered over a bag of crisps (chips) and peanuts. I was happy yet exhausted glad to get home, change into my new soft pajamas (jim jams to the Brits) and crawl into bed.
I cleaned the flat this morning - probably the first real cleaning I've done in the two months there (don't judge!), then decided just to walk the Chiswick High Road in search of breakfast. I had the best breakfast out since I've been here - it was even a "full English breakfast", meaning there were baked beans and veggie sausages included. The veggie sausages were TO DIE FOR! And I immediately wanted Em with me to enjoy them. Soon. I walked the back streets home, admiring the small front gardens of the row houses here.
So here I am, enjoying the crisp evening on this Sunday. Home soon to my sourdough pizza from Franco Manca - tomorrow to see John Leguizamo stand-up downtown!
In much gratitude and love,
Jp
Monday, October 31, 2011
Samhain
Though my mother was not a wiccan, or a pagan, nor particularly Christian in her spiritual affiliation, she often would send quotes, blessings, and reflections based upon the equinox, solstice, and for a time, she would send out thoughts around Samhain (pronounce Sow-ain) - The celtic new year. This, in their tradition, was the time of year at which the veils between this world and the next were the thinnest - so to speak. She always encouraged me to send extra prayers, thoughts, and wishes out to my ancestors and elders who had passed, to ask them for guidance, wisdom, to express gratitude, and to walk in a quiet reverence for all that had come before me...
The trees here in London are just starting to give into their fall boldness just before the shedding of leaves. NH just received the mother load of snow to give an upbrupt end to fall. Em has been working at fever pace to get all things out of our apartment which we loved so, in preparation for the full beginning of our life here.
I keep getting news of friends, loved ones, and colleagues that are being dealt life-changing hands - not in the good sense. And tomorrow will mark the passage of the second year without my dear friend and brother Burg. I am trying to remain steadfast and hold the light for all those who are in various shades of darkness, yet I find myself tender and frustrated that I am at a distance from so many - having a new awakening here when it seems most of those I know are in shadow. This is a tough one...
So, as the veils are thin, I ask for the guidance, wisdom, humor, and heart of my mother, grandfather, great grand parents, and my dear Burg to help me hold the candle and all the love, hope, perseverance, determination, and soul that can exist in that tiny flame - for all of those I love struggling.
Blessings and love to you all!
J
The trees here in London are just starting to give into their fall boldness just before the shedding of leaves. NH just received the mother load of snow to give an upbrupt end to fall. Em has been working at fever pace to get all things out of our apartment which we loved so, in preparation for the full beginning of our life here.
I keep getting news of friends, loved ones, and colleagues that are being dealt life-changing hands - not in the good sense. And tomorrow will mark the passage of the second year without my dear friend and brother Burg. I am trying to remain steadfast and hold the light for all those who are in various shades of darkness, yet I find myself tender and frustrated that I am at a distance from so many - having a new awakening here when it seems most of those I know are in shadow. This is a tough one...
So, as the veils are thin, I ask for the guidance, wisdom, humor, and heart of my mother, grandfather, great grand parents, and my dear Burg to help me hold the candle and all the love, hope, perseverance, determination, and soul that can exist in that tiny flame - for all of those I love struggling.
Blessings and love to you all!
J
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Home... And then Home....
This will be a short one... It was a whirlwind trip home. I slept more on the flight out than I have ever slept on a plane. I didn't even make it through one movie. The weekend was wonderful! I felt so embraced by my dear friends and will have to carry that with me until my next trip back, which will likely be a while. I was quickly reminded by the state of disarray things were in, at how much I had left undone in Manchester as Emily had been working furiously to pack, sort through things, etc. - how much stuff I left and didn't really realise. I am so grateful to our dear friends and family for their help in packing, cleaning, their allowing us to store things, and for allowing Em and the boys to shack up with them for their last weeks in the states! We are very very lucky to have such amazing people in our lives.
The week was spent with more moving of things, sorting, purging. And we started the paperwork for Em and the dogs - I think I had blocked out how complex and stressful that process was for me - the return of this anxiety is not welcome - but it's part of the journey.
I adored seeing as many of those I love as I did, and regret not having more time to see more of you... I had wondered whether I would get a bigger dose of longing for home in returning so quickly (I've only been gone for two months). Though I have longed for and missed friends and family and enjoyed a good dose of NH foliage, I found that I did not long for NH. I guess in that sense, I have really landed here.
Still holding a candle for all those I love who are struggling - it literally seems to be everywhere, and I find myself heart heavy that holding a candle is all I can do. Not to be a total proponent of escapism, but I hear that the UK is a great place to vacation :).
More later, with additional pics - until later. Much much love!!!
The week was spent with more moving of things, sorting, purging. And we started the paperwork for Em and the dogs - I think I had blocked out how complex and stressful that process was for me - the return of this anxiety is not welcome - but it's part of the journey.
I adored seeing as many of those I love as I did, and regret not having more time to see more of you... I had wondered whether I would get a bigger dose of longing for home in returning so quickly (I've only been gone for two months). Though I have longed for and missed friends and family and enjoyed a good dose of NH foliage, I found that I did not long for NH. I guess in that sense, I have really landed here.
Still holding a candle for all those I love who are struggling - it literally seems to be everywhere, and I find myself heart heavy that holding a candle is all I can do. Not to be a total proponent of escapism, but I hear that the UK is a great place to vacation :).
More later, with additional pics - until later. Much much love!!!
Friday, October 7, 2011
A Strange Week
I celebrated last weekends summer like heat here by spending as much time as possible outside. I went on an evening walk to Mayfair, which is probably the ritziest part of London. I got to see the American Embassy, found it warming that there is also a memorial for 9/11 there. I woke up on Sunday with a tickle in my throat that didn't go away, and woke Monday to a full blown cold. The massive amounts of raw garlic and vitamin C has made the cold cycle through in a few days, but as there was a heavy duty school inspection this week, followed by parent-teacher conferences, it still made for a long week.
Prior to and during this week, I have bore witness to several friends and family struggling with things that are beyond my influence, and wish in vain I could take away or remedy. I hate seeing amazing people, who live decent, authentic lives have to deal with things they shouldn't. At the same time, their strength, will, and perseverance is truly amazing. It has made me enjoy the magic I do see here even more. Deep breaths help too :).
I am so excited to go home in a week. I am excited to hug those I love, and have one last long drink of that time, place, and those I love, before what will likely be a long absence. I am grateful to those of our friends that are helping make this transition easier on Em and the dogs.
Tomorrow's agenda: shopping and the market in Notting Hill, lunch with colleagues, then a symphony performance in Ealing. Again, I feel fortunate!
J
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The Equinox, The NHS, and the Marathon Metaphor
The three items in the title are not necessarily directly related, but I appear to be like giving titles in threes...
So Happy Equinox everyone! The Equinox and Solstice time causes me to feel the reality of seasonal change. I used to feel like I got into a funk in and around autumn, but it was probably just the adjustment to less sun and the barrenness of the trees. Everyone here speaks of the fall as the preface to the impending doom of winter. In fairness, I have never experienced an English winter, which I'm told is incredibly dark, rainy, windy, and cold. However, most English have never been through a New England winter. So we will see how this goes. I am determined not to succumb to the muck and the dreary (yes I am using that as a noun, and I'm fine with that). I have bright red rainboots for goodness sakes. They will be my winter talisman.
I finally registered with a general practitioner (they say this instead of Dr. here). The National Heath System is interesting. You pay a decent chunk out of your paycheck, and then you get free healthcare, but many things take a while (I may have mentioned before that no one here seems to feel that they are in a terrible rush), and healthcare is truly treated on a priority basis. When I went to register, I went to my local health center, which looks like a cross between an emergency room and the DMV. Then I essentially picked a doctor from a brief list - like choosing a shade of lipstick. I have an introductory appt. on Monday, we will see how that goes.
I am starting to make friends a little bit, which has been a god-send and really quite lovely. I was invited for dinner on Sunday night, by Antonio, an elder portuguese poet, and his long-time friend Ian, an old English bloke with a huge heart. Man, I had the best time! I was stuffed with veggie lasagne, soup, bread, trifle (it's an English traditional dessert here apparently and involves many a layer of creamy, fruity things) and more red wine than I should ingest on a Sunday evening. Everything was spiced and herbed with fresh herbs from their garden. They then took me for a coffee at a local pub off the beaten path, called the Swan. There are pubs called The Swan in nearly every town here - not sure why. This place is really amazing! It is cozy, has a beautiful garden, and allows dogs inside. I walked in and there were couples sitting and having drink on a couch with their pups at their feet. Can't wait for Charlie and Shadow to see it. Because Ian and Antonio have lived here for a bit, they know a lot of people, so a coffee turned into the next couple of hours being joined by several different people. I danced home!
These things help me keep perspective when the day-to-day realities of my solo journey here are challenging. I have reached another phase at work where I have much more to do than time to do it, and some of the struggles of the students have become apparent. I continue to miss Em, the boys, my dear friends, and feel a bit guilty from time to time that when I experience something lovely, interesting, etc. that I am not with those I love to share it directly. I am working to write about it more, beyond the blog. I have no shortage of inspiration here - the challenge I have is honing in on one or two pieces of inspiration, rather than trying to render the frenetic, constant stimuli that comes from being in a large city. In that, we have the marathon metaphor.
and in that, I will end with a big hug and kiss to all those I love ad hope for a good day tomorrow!
J
So Happy Equinox everyone! The Equinox and Solstice time causes me to feel the reality of seasonal change. I used to feel like I got into a funk in and around autumn, but it was probably just the adjustment to less sun and the barrenness of the trees. Everyone here speaks of the fall as the preface to the impending doom of winter. In fairness, I have never experienced an English winter, which I'm told is incredibly dark, rainy, windy, and cold. However, most English have never been through a New England winter. So we will see how this goes. I am determined not to succumb to the muck and the dreary (yes I am using that as a noun, and I'm fine with that). I have bright red rainboots for goodness sakes. They will be my winter talisman.
I finally registered with a general practitioner (they say this instead of Dr. here). The National Heath System is interesting. You pay a decent chunk out of your paycheck, and then you get free healthcare, but many things take a while (I may have mentioned before that no one here seems to feel that they are in a terrible rush), and healthcare is truly treated on a priority basis. When I went to register, I went to my local health center, which looks like a cross between an emergency room and the DMV. Then I essentially picked a doctor from a brief list - like choosing a shade of lipstick. I have an introductory appt. on Monday, we will see how that goes.
I am starting to make friends a little bit, which has been a god-send and really quite lovely. I was invited for dinner on Sunday night, by Antonio, an elder portuguese poet, and his long-time friend Ian, an old English bloke with a huge heart. Man, I had the best time! I was stuffed with veggie lasagne, soup, bread, trifle (it's an English traditional dessert here apparently and involves many a layer of creamy, fruity things) and more red wine than I should ingest on a Sunday evening. Everything was spiced and herbed with fresh herbs from their garden. They then took me for a coffee at a local pub off the beaten path, called the Swan. There are pubs called The Swan in nearly every town here - not sure why. This place is really amazing! It is cozy, has a beautiful garden, and allows dogs inside. I walked in and there were couples sitting and having drink on a couch with their pups at their feet. Can't wait for Charlie and Shadow to see it. Because Ian and Antonio have lived here for a bit, they know a lot of people, so a coffee turned into the next couple of hours being joined by several different people. I danced home!
These things help me keep perspective when the day-to-day realities of my solo journey here are challenging. I have reached another phase at work where I have much more to do than time to do it, and some of the struggles of the students have become apparent. I continue to miss Em, the boys, my dear friends, and feel a bit guilty from time to time that when I experience something lovely, interesting, etc. that I am not with those I love to share it directly. I am working to write about it more, beyond the blog. I have no shortage of inspiration here - the challenge I have is honing in on one or two pieces of inspiration, rather than trying to render the frenetic, constant stimuli that comes from being in a large city. In that, we have the marathon metaphor.
and in that, I will end with a big hug and kiss to all those I love ad hope for a good day tomorrow!
J
Friday, September 9, 2011
One Month
One month ago today, I was scrambling about the apartment in Manchester, packing, re-packing and getting ready to leave for the airport. Here I am tucked in a corner of a pub, one month later - finally having found a place in Chiswick that I can access internet until mine is installed. I have a flat, a job, and I am now experiencing the actuality of the little dream I had a year ago (longer than that really, but the plan started to form structure a year ago). Before I go into the particulars of being here, I must first appreciate how completely lucky I am to be able to do this.
For the time being, I am treating this adventure as I try to treat life (in my better, take-the-high-road moments) - as each day comes. There are moments in each day that are beautiful, odd, mildly extraordinary, fascinating, irritating, exhausting, etc. I learn at least 10 things each day - which is a lot for me - and this is DAILY. I also have this weird sense that nothing about this journey is an accident. I have this continuous feeling that every step along this path is as it is supposed to be. I can't think of another time in my life where I have felt so solidly in belief of intention, the connectedness of things, etc.. Is this faith at work? Or is it my mind attempting to rationalize experiences to reduce my sense of overwhelm and distance? Either way, it is my current thought.... Examples are below (sort of)..
I have a policy of accepting any offer of something to do - borrowed from one Mrs. Kate Waldo-Fillion, whether I feel like it in the moment or not. For example, last Saturday I received a phone call from a new colleague inviting me to a photography exhibit of London street photography through the ages at the Museum of London. I definitely wanted to see this exhibit, but had planned my day much differently. I scrapped my plans and went. It was great. So, I've talked about my flat - it is great, in an amazing location, and happens to sit between a pilates studio, and the town hall which holds zumba classes each week. I didn't realize this when I moved in. There is no excuse to not work out my body issues and get back into my body through these things. I don't feel that this is an accident. I went to my first zumba class on Tuesday, and loved every minute of it. The class ended with the Tina Turner version of Proud Mary. I felt my mom right there with me - dancing.
This is not to say that there have not been moments so far that have truly made me questions my sanity in moving so far away from people and animals I love and miss dearly. Part of me wonders if part of this is a further measure to try to escape the cold and silent realities of having lost two people I couldn't imagine my life without, in as many years. Here I am, 3000 miles away from the geographical locations in which I knew and loved these people (mom and Burg of course) - and they are still gone. If anything, I feel them both more here. How strange is that?
But also, and equally as important; I wanted to experience something, or some place that would hep me expand and grow. I forgot that growth is sometimes painful, inconvenient, hard, and totally undesirable in the face of familiarity - even if that familiarity isn't necessarily good or healthy. That plus a new culture - which IS different from the US. I am clearly an American here - from my manner of speaking to my way of relating in the world. I am intrigued by how embracing these differences will help me grow and expand - and I don't know how that will happen yet.
The school is interesting and great in many ways, and imperfect in many ways. The students and my colleagues are really interesting and diverse though and they all have so far been great and have helped ease the transition. More about that later...
So, one month down - onto the next! Thank you all for telling me what makes home "home" to you. The art, plants, and color are slowly progressing - the person and dogs will take a little more time...
Always love,
J
For the time being, I am treating this adventure as I try to treat life (in my better, take-the-high-road moments) - as each day comes. There are moments in each day that are beautiful, odd, mildly extraordinary, fascinating, irritating, exhausting, etc. I learn at least 10 things each day - which is a lot for me - and this is DAILY. I also have this weird sense that nothing about this journey is an accident. I have this continuous feeling that every step along this path is as it is supposed to be. I can't think of another time in my life where I have felt so solidly in belief of intention, the connectedness of things, etc.. Is this faith at work? Or is it my mind attempting to rationalize experiences to reduce my sense of overwhelm and distance? Either way, it is my current thought.... Examples are below (sort of)..
I have a policy of accepting any offer of something to do - borrowed from one Mrs. Kate Waldo-Fillion, whether I feel like it in the moment or not. For example, last Saturday I received a phone call from a new colleague inviting me to a photography exhibit of London street photography through the ages at the Museum of London. I definitely wanted to see this exhibit, but had planned my day much differently. I scrapped my plans and went. It was great. So, I've talked about my flat - it is great, in an amazing location, and happens to sit between a pilates studio, and the town hall which holds zumba classes each week. I didn't realize this when I moved in. There is no excuse to not work out my body issues and get back into my body through these things. I don't feel that this is an accident. I went to my first zumba class on Tuesday, and loved every minute of it. The class ended with the Tina Turner version of Proud Mary. I felt my mom right there with me - dancing.
This is not to say that there have not been moments so far that have truly made me questions my sanity in moving so far away from people and animals I love and miss dearly. Part of me wonders if part of this is a further measure to try to escape the cold and silent realities of having lost two people I couldn't imagine my life without, in as many years. Here I am, 3000 miles away from the geographical locations in which I knew and loved these people (mom and Burg of course) - and they are still gone. If anything, I feel them both more here. How strange is that?
But also, and equally as important; I wanted to experience something, or some place that would hep me expand and grow. I forgot that growth is sometimes painful, inconvenient, hard, and totally undesirable in the face of familiarity - even if that familiarity isn't necessarily good or healthy. That plus a new culture - which IS different from the US. I am clearly an American here - from my manner of speaking to my way of relating in the world. I am intrigued by how embracing these differences will help me grow and expand - and I don't know how that will happen yet.
The school is interesting and great in many ways, and imperfect in many ways. The students and my colleagues are really interesting and diverse though and they all have so far been great and have helped ease the transition. More about that later...
So, one month down - onto the next! Thank you all for telling me what makes home "home" to you. The art, plants, and color are slowly progressing - the person and dogs will take a little more time...
Always love,
J
Friday, September 2, 2011
Time is a Relative Thing
The title of this one might lead a reader to believe that I have some awesome wisdom or philosophising to do on the blog today. But I don't. This is a quick blog to let people know that the time frame in which things are accomplished is significantly longer here in the UK. For example, when I moved into my flat and called one of the two local internet/cable/phone companies to get connected, I was told that the earliest time to install would be Sept. 15th... Apparently this is common. So, another thing to tack on to my UK education, and growth opportunity is getting used to things like this running at a slower pace. Yet they drive more aggressively here, walk more quickly here.... So odd. It's weird to be this disconnected from technology. Ok - part of the ride, right?
This is to say, I have limited access to internet and will for the next couple of weeks, so for those of you who email and/or comment here or on fb - I thank you, I love you, and I am not ignoring you. There are few cafe's and pubs that have free wi-fi, but as my mission is to walk all around my new neighbourhood this weekend, I hope to find a quiet little place where I can catch up with people.
I have had a good but really busy week, but it has helped that the weather has been really lovely - and it has been great to be slowly moving in to the flat and establishing new routines. Tonight, my search is for stamps, good Indian Food, peanut butter (totally craving peanut butter - not sure why), and a brightly colored area rug for the living room floor. I'm thinking bright orange shag - what do ya think? JK, but as the flat is mainly still in its generic off-white, unpopulated, echoey stage, I need to bring in some personal touches.
Here's a question for my friends and family - what is your favorite personal touch you add to your house/home?
Love,
Jo
This is to say, I have limited access to internet and will for the next couple of weeks, so for those of you who email and/or comment here or on fb - I thank you, I love you, and I am not ignoring you. There are few cafe's and pubs that have free wi-fi, but as my mission is to walk all around my new neighbourhood this weekend, I hope to find a quiet little place where I can catch up with people.
I have had a good but really busy week, but it has helped that the weather has been really lovely - and it has been great to be slowly moving in to the flat and establishing new routines. Tonight, my search is for stamps, good Indian Food, peanut butter (totally craving peanut butter - not sure why), and a brightly colored area rug for the living room floor. I'm thinking bright orange shag - what do ya think? JK, but as the flat is mainly still in its generic off-white, unpopulated, echoey stage, I need to bring in some personal touches.
Here's a question for my friends and family - what is your favorite personal touch you add to your house/home?
Love,
Jo
Sunday, August 28, 2011
English Cinemas, London Flats, and Hurricanes
I just walked back to Jamie's flat from Uxbridge. Tonight is my last night here. I get to move into my flat tomorrow. I bought hangers today in anticipation... I have a pot, a pan, a towel, a blanket, coffee I acquired at the market in Cambridge yesterday, a french press, a jar of apricot jam, and two cheap art prints that are colorful to put up in the flat.
I am so excited to ground, and to unpack my suitcases, and to sleep in a bed that is, for the next year at least, mine :). I feel like I've been running on adrenaline for the last three weeks.
My new job is proving, daily, to be larger in scope than I had anticipated - and this goes well beyond the math that I was so concerned about (which I still am, but with a small class, it is more of a tutorial, and thus a bit less pressure - so onward with numbers!). Suffice to say, I have my work cut out for me, and though I have students with generally a greater sense of ability, I am essentially re-inventing the wheel so to speak here. For years, I have been one member of a team of professionals, and I am suddenly a team of one - daunting! I am my mother's daughter, I never back down from a challenge, but jeez - does this feel like Princess Buttercup looking up at the Cliffs of Insanity (Princess Bride reference, for those of you going, what??).
I went to the movies here (they call it the cinema) for the first time tonight. What a trip! First off, they asked me where I wanted to sit - premium seating vs. regular seating? I actually had to (or, maybe got to?) choose my seat from a little screen. Then came the concessions counter. There is an entire counter devoted to ice-cream - which threw me off. I went to get my popcorn (a move is not a movie without popcorn, in my humble opinion) - and the dude asked me if I wanted sweet or salted popcorn. "I beg your pardon, what?" Apparently, you can get a bucket (not the huge ass tubs or bags we have in the states) of either kettle type sweet popcorn, or salted popcorn. They do not put butter, buttery oil, or buttery type substance on the popcorn. They simply fill your container, fill your soda (without ice - but it's cold, and a little goes a long way this way) and you go to your seat. And about 10 minutes before the movie starts, an employee comes in and checks every single person's ticket for their row and seat number. That job officially overtakes my previously least desirable job (telemarketer). Then 20 minutes of commercials with two hideously long previews, and finally, the movie...
While I was watching the movie, I periodically thought of Em, the boys, and those I love back in NH and MA, and the fierce wind and rain Irene has brought on. I wish I could blanket everyone in warmth and safety. I continue to miss the familiar, have at least one solid evening each week where everything is hard and unusual, and different in a totally non-endearing way that makes me question my sanity in making this move.
I wish I could call my mom at least twice a day, especially when I see the pink sky at sunset just over the brick row housing chimneys, or I hear a child call out, "mummy". It is in so many ways because of her that I am even able to have this experience, yet, this is so big - the first big thing I've experienced in my life without being able to bounce it off her, or to make it real just by telling her about it. I dream she is with me, seeing the same pink sky, holding my hand as I walk through the uneven streets of London, and winking at me from the seat across from me on my way home on the tube or on the bus. So, she is here, I suppose....
On that note... Onto more re-packing to fit stuff in every little pouch, corner, and bag. Tomorrow, I go to my new home.
Love,
Jo
I am so excited to ground, and to unpack my suitcases, and to sleep in a bed that is, for the next year at least, mine :). I feel like I've been running on adrenaline for the last three weeks.
My new job is proving, daily, to be larger in scope than I had anticipated - and this goes well beyond the math that I was so concerned about (which I still am, but with a small class, it is more of a tutorial, and thus a bit less pressure - so onward with numbers!). Suffice to say, I have my work cut out for me, and though I have students with generally a greater sense of ability, I am essentially re-inventing the wheel so to speak here. For years, I have been one member of a team of professionals, and I am suddenly a team of one - daunting! I am my mother's daughter, I never back down from a challenge, but jeez - does this feel like Princess Buttercup looking up at the Cliffs of Insanity (Princess Bride reference, for those of you going, what??).
I went to the movies here (they call it the cinema) for the first time tonight. What a trip! First off, they asked me where I wanted to sit - premium seating vs. regular seating? I actually had to (or, maybe got to?) choose my seat from a little screen. Then came the concessions counter. There is an entire counter devoted to ice-cream - which threw me off. I went to get my popcorn (a move is not a movie without popcorn, in my humble opinion) - and the dude asked me if I wanted sweet or salted popcorn. "I beg your pardon, what?" Apparently, you can get a bucket (not the huge ass tubs or bags we have in the states) of either kettle type sweet popcorn, or salted popcorn. They do not put butter, buttery oil, or buttery type substance on the popcorn. They simply fill your container, fill your soda (without ice - but it's cold, and a little goes a long way this way) and you go to your seat. And about 10 minutes before the movie starts, an employee comes in and checks every single person's ticket for their row and seat number. That job officially overtakes my previously least desirable job (telemarketer). Then 20 minutes of commercials with two hideously long previews, and finally, the movie...
While I was watching the movie, I periodically thought of Em, the boys, and those I love back in NH and MA, and the fierce wind and rain Irene has brought on. I wish I could blanket everyone in warmth and safety. I continue to miss the familiar, have at least one solid evening each week where everything is hard and unusual, and different in a totally non-endearing way that makes me question my sanity in making this move.
I wish I could call my mom at least twice a day, especially when I see the pink sky at sunset just over the brick row housing chimneys, or I hear a child call out, "mummy". It is in so many ways because of her that I am even able to have this experience, yet, this is so big - the first big thing I've experienced in my life without being able to bounce it off her, or to make it real just by telling her about it. I dream she is with me, seeing the same pink sky, holding my hand as I walk through the uneven streets of London, and winking at me from the seat across from me on my way home on the tube or on the bus. So, she is here, I suppose....
On that note... Onto more re-packing to fit stuff in every little pouch, corner, and bag. Tomorrow, I go to my new home.
Love,
Jo
Monday, August 22, 2011
First Day of School...
It was AWESOME!!! The kids were great, it was easy, and though I did not hand out detentions as Em suggested, I almost got a detention myself - apparently it was a no no to allow students to sit on the desks during Homeroom. I didn't even notice it - as in previous schools, if I didn't get a f^*&$ you during the course of a day, it was a good day. I didn't even notice where or how the kids were sitting as I was so excited and nervous to meet them.
The students are unlike any I've worked with - I am consistently reminded that it's ok to leave my things in my room, as people don't steal, and the kids appear to have a level of investment in their education (ok, yes I know it's day one, but this is the message that is spread from most staff) that I haven't experienced in a while. They are polite, and I find myself really thrown off by how trusted they are (no hall passes needed, rarely is there a detention - and I think one kid was suspended last year - for the one fight there was at school). I'm sure true colors will show soon, but generally, the expectations are so clear, and some of the daily battles I experienced in previous teaching years would appear to not occur here. This is not to say that other battles and obstacles won't take the place of the previous ones.... We'll see if I have the same opinion in a month.
It's a beautiful day today, soon to be replaced by 4 days of rain - or what my mom used to call "fine soft weather".
Happy week ahead to you all!
J
The students are unlike any I've worked with - I am consistently reminded that it's ok to leave my things in my room, as people don't steal, and the kids appear to have a level of investment in their education (ok, yes I know it's day one, but this is the message that is spread from most staff) that I haven't experienced in a while. They are polite, and I find myself really thrown off by how trusted they are (no hall passes needed, rarely is there a detention - and I think one kid was suspended last year - for the one fight there was at school). I'm sure true colors will show soon, but generally, the expectations are so clear, and some of the daily battles I experienced in previous teaching years would appear to not occur here. This is not to say that other battles and obstacles won't take the place of the previous ones.... We'll see if I have the same opinion in a month.
It's a beautiful day today, soon to be replaced by 4 days of rain - or what my mom used to call "fine soft weather".
Happy week ahead to you all!
J
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Dreams, sleeping in, and the cultural education of shopping centers...
What an interesting several hours - I have no major announcement, finding, or revelation, it's just been an interesting day...
I went in and out of sleep from 7am until 9:30am, in which time I had a dream about my mom. I dream about my mom with some regularity, but there have only been a couple of occasions where I have felt visited by her. This dream, I feel, was a visit. The context isn't important... I saw her as if in a crowd of sorts, told her I missed her, she blew me a kiss, told me she either loved or missed me (can't quite remember which). Last night I spent with my colleague in her flat, watching Pirate Radio, which I had seen before, but enjoyed even more now that I'm here - gawd, what great music (and Jen Sorkin and Shephard, I have been listening to your mixes alternating every day this week!). Anyway, my colleague has similarities to my mom, and last night reminded me of trips home as an adult - watching movies and such. I do not look at this lovely woman as a mother of sorts - we are fast friends and colleagues, and we have much in common, but I don't feel either the call or the urge regarding this woman as a mother figure - if that makes sense, but clearly, this experience brings about these memories and similarities, so perhaps there is a bit more meaning within this experience.
I spent the morning working, watching super nanny in the background - Jo is still awesome from here. Then I went to downtown uxbridge again - walked around outside. It was one of those lovely afternoons were solid rain gave way to a glorious sky and warmth.
This is the most diverse city I have ever encountered. Indian families, Sikh men walking deliberately about, West African men and women traveling together. I talked with two young girls (french speaking, so I figured they were from West Africa - "Je M'apelle Leticia, et toi? I walked into a little inside mall of sorts -similar to malls in the states, but with farmer's markets incorporated. Everyone either smells like cigarettes or strippers. Awesome or disgusting - which brings me to my point about the education of shopping centers. As the diversity is abundant, so is the diversity among the English - one is either very attractive, or a little hideous. This is a generalization, and for those who know me, I am not one to make those, as we are all individuals who make up the larger humanity of whatever, wherever. However, in this experience, I literally would walk by someone who looked like friggin Elle Macphersen, only to be followed by some version of quasi moto - in repetition. It was hard not to go, "oh how pretty... Oh dear, are you ok sir/miss? time after time.
Later that day...
I had a pint with two men from south London - total cockney guys, one was an avid Rugby player (who could give Tim a run for his money, Laura), and an avid football (soccer) player who attempted to distinguish the two, and why one was superior to the other. At this point, I'm leaning towards Rugby, merely because at this point it seems more entertaining and rugged.
I walked around some more, finally bought a watch from a mom and pop tiny little shop - when I left, she actually said "Cheerio Love" and it was all I could do to not jump up and down. I'm a complete dork!!
I went to the Frog and had a bite to eat - it was packed with many young men watching a soccer match (this is where I met the young West African girls) and wrote for a bit. It was really hard not to laugh heartily when I heard the guys call various players waynkahs (phonetic spelling).
Then I went to what is best described as my "favorite" local pub, and as I was beginning my blog, was approached by a Northern Irishman named Dermot (Kinda looks like Chris Cooper from The Town, with grayer hair). He talked about Northern Ireland - and yes, the Northern Ireland accent is really different and "thick" relatively. He was very proud of his country, and told me that if I ever go to Northern Ireland, I need to go to Derry. He was very nice and patriotic, and gave me an interesting perspective on his country's history.
It was a great mellow day. I have a lot more work to do, but am happy not to have to wake up early tomorrow. I may try to go to a cinema nearby for a movie...
Big Love,
J
I went in and out of sleep from 7am until 9:30am, in which time I had a dream about my mom. I dream about my mom with some regularity, but there have only been a couple of occasions where I have felt visited by her. This dream, I feel, was a visit. The context isn't important... I saw her as if in a crowd of sorts, told her I missed her, she blew me a kiss, told me she either loved or missed me (can't quite remember which). Last night I spent with my colleague in her flat, watching Pirate Radio, which I had seen before, but enjoyed even more now that I'm here - gawd, what great music (and Jen Sorkin and Shephard, I have been listening to your mixes alternating every day this week!). Anyway, my colleague has similarities to my mom, and last night reminded me of trips home as an adult - watching movies and such. I do not look at this lovely woman as a mother of sorts - we are fast friends and colleagues, and we have much in common, but I don't feel either the call or the urge regarding this woman as a mother figure - if that makes sense, but clearly, this experience brings about these memories and similarities, so perhaps there is a bit more meaning within this experience.
I spent the morning working, watching super nanny in the background - Jo is still awesome from here. Then I went to downtown uxbridge again - walked around outside. It was one of those lovely afternoons were solid rain gave way to a glorious sky and warmth.
This is the most diverse city I have ever encountered. Indian families, Sikh men walking deliberately about, West African men and women traveling together. I talked with two young girls (french speaking, so I figured they were from West Africa - "Je M'apelle Leticia, et toi? I walked into a little inside mall of sorts -similar to malls in the states, but with farmer's markets incorporated. Everyone either smells like cigarettes or strippers. Awesome or disgusting - which brings me to my point about the education of shopping centers. As the diversity is abundant, so is the diversity among the English - one is either very attractive, or a little hideous. This is a generalization, and for those who know me, I am not one to make those, as we are all individuals who make up the larger humanity of whatever, wherever. However, in this experience, I literally would walk by someone who looked like friggin Elle Macphersen, only to be followed by some version of quasi moto - in repetition. It was hard not to go, "oh how pretty... Oh dear, are you ok sir/miss? time after time.
Later that day...
I had a pint with two men from south London - total cockney guys, one was an avid Rugby player (who could give Tim a run for his money, Laura), and an avid football (soccer) player who attempted to distinguish the two, and why one was superior to the other. At this point, I'm leaning towards Rugby, merely because at this point it seems more entertaining and rugged.
I walked around some more, finally bought a watch from a mom and pop tiny little shop - when I left, she actually said "Cheerio Love" and it was all I could do to not jump up and down. I'm a complete dork!!
I went to the Frog and had a bite to eat - it was packed with many young men watching a soccer match (this is where I met the young West African girls) and wrote for a bit. It was really hard not to laugh heartily when I heard the guys call various players waynkahs (phonetic spelling).
Then I went to what is best described as my "favorite" local pub, and as I was beginning my blog, was approached by a Northern Irishman named Dermot (Kinda looks like Chris Cooper from The Town, with grayer hair). He talked about Northern Ireland - and yes, the Northern Ireland accent is really different and "thick" relatively. He was very proud of his country, and told me that if I ever go to Northern Ireland, I need to go to Derry. He was very nice and patriotic, and gave me an interesting perspective on his country's history.
It was a great mellow day. I have a lot more work to do, but am happy not to have to wake up early tomorrow. I may try to go to a cinema nearby for a movie...
Big Love,
J
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Getting Back on the Bike...
Literally and figuratively. I passed out while reading student profiles last night, only to wake at quarter of four, not to fall back to sleep. I was determined, even in my sleep deprivation, to have a better day.
And I rode a bike to work. As I was wobbling down the rode, like a 5 year old who just learned how to ride, I peddled on. Helmet and all.
The overwhelm won't resolve for a while, but even just a little better is better, right.
A big thanks to my friends and family for holding me from afar.
Tomorrow is Friday, then hopefully, sleep and maybe chip away at this mountain of work.
Hope you all have a good weekend.
Oh, and I will email my new temporary phone number soon!
And I rode a bike to work. As I was wobbling down the rode, like a 5 year old who just learned how to ride, I peddled on. Helmet and all.
The overwhelm won't resolve for a while, but even just a little better is better, right.
A big thanks to my friends and family for holding me from afar.
Tomorrow is Friday, then hopefully, sleep and maybe chip away at this mountain of work.
Hope you all have a good weekend.
Oh, and I will email my new temporary phone number soon!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
you know what they say about honeymoons....
They always end... Sometimes with a glide back into reality, sometimes with a defeated thud.
Today was not either, and may have simply been an isolated experience, but I got a solid, vivid, technicolor snapshot of what is tough about this experience.
Everything was hard today. Nothing worked, I reached mental overload of new information at school, realized that I have only a few days left to develop some math curriculum and read a couple dozen kids profiles - and it's been one meeting after another of school system info - most of which is new, some of which I understand, all of which fries my mind before I can get to the true aspect of my job. I take comfort in the fact that many of my fellow new teachers have expressed the same thing (not that I take comfort in their lack of ease... you know what I mean, right?). The school server goes down all the time, for every thing I cross off my list, 8 take its place.
I spent parts of the day lugging heavy luggage out of the stuffy dorm, into my new temporary housing. I did not want to have to move twice, but it's half the price, offers a bit of company, and I am grateful for the offer.
I went grocery shopping for the first time here (mind-fuck weirdness doesn't cover it) - and, it took three attempts to pay for it with my card - I pretty much thought I would have lost it right there, started throwing my groceries all over the store, sobbing, and complaining that I hate this stupid expensive country, it's weird directions, crazy ass traffic, stuffy rooms, and warm beer.
I didn't do that though. I breathed a lot and kept moving. I haven't done a stitch of work (Left my laptop at work), I just finally ate, and my arms are shaking and stiff from all the carrying. I miss Em. I miss my dogs. I miss the familiarity of home - I realize now in this moment what a comfort the familiar is.
Well, I wanted to push beyond my comfort zone....
If I can move my body tomorrow, I'll try riding the bike to work. At the moment, I'm so resistant to the thought of that...
I'm gonna take my fussy, tired, cranky ass to bed.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Monday, August 15, 2011
The Solo Journey Begins
Emily has likely now landed back in Boston... I had a harder time than I had imagined with the idea of her leaving - which is to say, I knew it would be bittersweet, but didn't expect it to tug on my heart the way it did. I know part of that was simply the fear of being by myself, and by myself in an unfamiliar place. We have been so connected on a day to day basis for so long, it feels weird when we aren't with each other. And this is different than last summer when I was in Colorado - for obvious reasons...
October vacation is less than two months away....
I had a great day at school, finally connected with my Principal, who is awesome, and she was able to give structure and answers to many of my inquiries and imagining... I was able to set up my room a little more, even if just to get rid of the boxes, put up a couple of posters, and read a few files. The day flew by, as have many.
I struck up a conversation with and Irishman at dinner - I was sitting outside at a pub, having a really delicious veggie burger (the English have a spicy bean burger - a common vegetarian offer) - it was surprisingly flavorful and not heavy. Anyway, the content of the conversation is not remarkable, it was a simple exchange - what do you do, where are you from, what do you think of it here..., but I was able to make a connection with a stranger. For those of you worried about my aloneness here - don't worry, I have my wits about me, I don't share much, and am conscious of my surroundings.
So... The food... I've about had my fill of potatoes. Already. And today at lunch in the school cafeteria, I found myself devouring sauteed greens, which is not typical for me. Guess my body was needing some greens. I can't wait until I can go grocery shopping and start making myself food again.
I may get to stay with a fellow teacher until I can move into my flat - which will be both cheaper, and better ventilated. The colleague I may stay with bikes to/from work every day - which is not far, but as that is likely to be how I will get to work, I feel challenged by that particular mode of transport. The only thing that makes me a little intimidated is biking on public streets - the traffic is, well, interesting. If I thought the people of New England were aggressive and fast drivers - England driving is that, on speed. I mean, really.... The roads are narrow, and the cars/drivers essentially play chicken with each other to determine who will go before the other (known here as "to give way"), and I have felt a car within millimeters away from my person even walking to and from school.
However, I am determined to view any reasonable offer that comes my way as an opportunity to branch out (I am inspired by you in that regard Mrs. Kate Waldo-Fillion).
Okay, I am finally starting to adjust to the time change and am now fading. Now a few minutes of British TV - which is really just as obnoxious and fluffy as American TV - same stupid reality shows, same ridiculous sell for extravagance - but in a british accent. They do have Family Guy and Law and Order though, so that's enough - not that I do't have manuals, policies and student profiles to read....
As Always, Big Love!!
J
October vacation is less than two months away....
I had a great day at school, finally connected with my Principal, who is awesome, and she was able to give structure and answers to many of my inquiries and imagining... I was able to set up my room a little more, even if just to get rid of the boxes, put up a couple of posters, and read a few files. The day flew by, as have many.
I struck up a conversation with and Irishman at dinner - I was sitting outside at a pub, having a really delicious veggie burger (the English have a spicy bean burger - a common vegetarian offer) - it was surprisingly flavorful and not heavy. Anyway, the content of the conversation is not remarkable, it was a simple exchange - what do you do, where are you from, what do you think of it here..., but I was able to make a connection with a stranger. For those of you worried about my aloneness here - don't worry, I have my wits about me, I don't share much, and am conscious of my surroundings.
So... The food... I've about had my fill of potatoes. Already. And today at lunch in the school cafeteria, I found myself devouring sauteed greens, which is not typical for me. Guess my body was needing some greens. I can't wait until I can go grocery shopping and start making myself food again.
I may get to stay with a fellow teacher until I can move into my flat - which will be both cheaper, and better ventilated. The colleague I may stay with bikes to/from work every day - which is not far, but as that is likely to be how I will get to work, I feel challenged by that particular mode of transport. The only thing that makes me a little intimidated is biking on public streets - the traffic is, well, interesting. If I thought the people of New England were aggressive and fast drivers - England driving is that, on speed. I mean, really.... The roads are narrow, and the cars/drivers essentially play chicken with each other to determine who will go before the other (known here as "to give way"), and I have felt a car within millimeters away from my person even walking to and from school.
However, I am determined to view any reasonable offer that comes my way as an opportunity to branch out (I am inspired by you in that regard Mrs. Kate Waldo-Fillion).
Okay, I am finally starting to adjust to the time change and am now fading. Now a few minutes of British TV - which is really just as obnoxious and fluffy as American TV - same stupid reality shows, same ridiculous sell for extravagance - but in a british accent. They do have Family Guy and Law and Order though, so that's enough - not that I do't have manuals, policies and student profiles to read....
As Always, Big Love!!
J
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Moving Right Along :)
Most of my teaching materials have arrived from Manchester, so I was fortunate to be able to unpack some of my room yesterday.
Flat hunting turned out to be a positive experience. The housing coordinator, Maxine, was an absolute Angel - funny, cheeky, knowledgeable, and had us looking at great flats. I was really committed to living in Ealing, which is considered West London, and sits about half-way between where my school is and the center of London. I was attached to this because many of the teachers at my school who are around my age live in Ealing, though my brief experience in Ealing did not make me fall in love with it - I liked it, but I didn't have that internal, "YES!" feeling. However, as many people recommended Chiswick (pronounced Chizick). Chiswick is a little East of Ealing (which means closer to London), is bigger than Ealing, and is totally lovely. Of course, as in most cities, the more awesome the place, the more expensive the flats.
I mentioned to most of you that there had been some difficulty finding flats that would allow dogs (story of my life). Well, I found one. And the flat is absolutely beautiful. Really. It is across the street from Turnham Green (big park), and two blocks from Chiswick High Road, which is loosely comparable to places like Pearl Street for those of you in Boulder, and Allston/Brighton, for those of you in the New England area. The flat is bright, roomy for a 1 bedroom, and it has a little character to it, which I always enjoy. It is quite a bit more $$ than most of the flats I was looking at in Ealing, but other than that, it really is the perfect place for what I need (no other place allowed dogs, so it's not like I had oodles of options), and gives me access to everything I desire in living in England. In other words, it's perfect, but wicked expensive. I put down a deposit yesterday, so hopefully, within the next 10 days or so, I can move in :).
Okay, off to play in London today! I slept for a full 9 hours last night, so I am starting to feel a little closer to normal....
Big Love!
J
Flat hunting turned out to be a positive experience. The housing coordinator, Maxine, was an absolute Angel - funny, cheeky, knowledgeable, and had us looking at great flats. I was really committed to living in Ealing, which is considered West London, and sits about half-way between where my school is and the center of London. I was attached to this because many of the teachers at my school who are around my age live in Ealing, though my brief experience in Ealing did not make me fall in love with it - I liked it, but I didn't have that internal, "YES!" feeling. However, as many people recommended Chiswick (pronounced Chizick). Chiswick is a little East of Ealing (which means closer to London), is bigger than Ealing, and is totally lovely. Of course, as in most cities, the more awesome the place, the more expensive the flats.
I mentioned to most of you that there had been some difficulty finding flats that would allow dogs (story of my life). Well, I found one. And the flat is absolutely beautiful. Really. It is across the street from Turnham Green (big park), and two blocks from Chiswick High Road, which is loosely comparable to places like Pearl Street for those of you in Boulder, and Allston/Brighton, for those of you in the New England area. The flat is bright, roomy for a 1 bedroom, and it has a little character to it, which I always enjoy. It is quite a bit more $$ than most of the flats I was looking at in Ealing, but other than that, it really is the perfect place for what I need (no other place allowed dogs, so it's not like I had oodles of options), and gives me access to everything I desire in living in England. In other words, it's perfect, but wicked expensive. I put down a deposit yesterday, so hopefully, within the next 10 days or so, I can move in :).
Okay, off to play in London today! I slept for a full 9 hours last night, so I am starting to feel a little closer to normal....
Big Love!
J
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Complete Overload, in the best possible way!!
We just returned from having our first fish and chips, in Ealing (West London). This after a full day of orientation where I received my schedule, met upwards of 50 new colleagues (most of whose names I will forget, because I'm cool like that). The view from my classroom is straight out of a Jane Austen novel.... Still have not received any more specifics on my new math (still having difficulty saying maths, as they do here - why does this need to be pluralized?), but no one seems to be concerned about this, or much of anything.... People are just laid back - they seem to get things done, but there is an amazing lack of urgency when it comes to many of the little things people in the US seem to - not that I ever do that.... So, I'm just going with it and trusting things will fall into place as they need to.
All those I've had direct contact with are so friendly, kind, welcoming, genuine, and helpful - helpful as a way of being, not helpful in the superficial, "I'm obviously going out of my way to help you" kind of way, if that makes any sense. The rioting has calmed to almost nothing, and the people of England seem genuinely embarrassed and appalled at what has gone on here in the last week. The police are still EVERYWHERE though. I still feel completely safe and calm here.... The only other city I have ever felt this way in is San Francisco. Interesting....
I'm so tired I have trouble stringing words together by mid-afternoon, but the complete curiosity and excitement of being here has kept me running. Tomorrow is only a half-day at school, after which we finally get to go look at flats! I pray to get settled into something before school starts - we are currently staying in a dorm at a nearby university, and though I am happy to have a clean room and access to a hot shower, the place leaves a bit to be desired.
Off to bed - hope I sleep more - the time change is definitely messing with my internal clock. I hope Em and I get to play in London and perhaps beyond.
G'night all!
All those I've had direct contact with are so friendly, kind, welcoming, genuine, and helpful - helpful as a way of being, not helpful in the superficial, "I'm obviously going out of my way to help you" kind of way, if that makes any sense. The rioting has calmed to almost nothing, and the people of England seem genuinely embarrassed and appalled at what has gone on here in the last week. The police are still EVERYWHERE though. I still feel completely safe and calm here.... The only other city I have ever felt this way in is San Francisco. Interesting....
I'm so tired I have trouble stringing words together by mid-afternoon, but the complete curiosity and excitement of being here has kept me running. Tomorrow is only a half-day at school, after which we finally get to go look at flats! I pray to get settled into something before school starts - we are currently staying in a dorm at a nearby university, and though I am happy to have a clean room and access to a hot shower, the place leaves a bit to be desired.
Off to bed - hope I sleep more - the time change is definitely messing with my internal clock. I hope Em and I get to play in London and perhaps beyond.
G'night all!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Arrived Safely - but holy shit this place is on fire - in more ways than one.
Arrived safely this morning at Heathrow, made it through customs, and due to the riots, our ride was late picking us up from the airport. Evidently the city closed down, like, everything stopped running by 3pm yesterday, and the area that were were scheduled to stay, and to look for flats - Ealing, well, apparently people set a few buildings on fire last night....
This is a big deal, but appears to be calming down, and we feel relatively safe.
It was a beautiful day, I went straight to school, and wow - this building is an estate! Many of the rooms look like rooms in a museum, full with frescos on ceilings, excessive crown moulding, spiral staircases, etc. Pictures to accommodate this shitty description shortly.
Em and I are in Uxbridge, having dinner, and though I will have a full morning at school tomorrow, we can hopefully look at flats tomorrow!
Big Love!
J
This is a big deal, but appears to be calming down, and we feel relatively safe.
It was a beautiful day, I went straight to school, and wow - this building is an estate! Many of the rooms look like rooms in a museum, full with frescos on ceilings, excessive crown moulding, spiral staircases, etc. Pictures to accommodate this shitty description shortly.
Em and I are in Uxbridge, having dinner, and though I will have a full morning at school tomorrow, we can hopefully look at flats tomorrow!
Big Love!
J
Monday, August 8, 2011
Last night in The US
As I write this, my apartment is muggy, my bed is covered in suitcases and the various things yet to be placed in them. Had a lovely last dinner at the Republic with Kate, and a couple end of evening beers with Nick, Laura, Timmy, and Kelly. It's hard to look at the dogs, as it will be a few months before they can fly out to join me... What will I do without my faithful furry friends. As Emily is coming with me for the first week, I am able to push off my anticipated missing of her for another a little bit....
I am so excited! Exhilarated. Nervous. Downright scared, and hope I will FEEL all the things that the beginning of this journey, and the end of my journey here (for now, at least) will bring, though already, many moments are quite overwhelming.
Off to hopefully finish packing, take the dogs for a brief, late night romp, then off to sleep...
I am so excited! Exhilarated. Nervous. Downright scared, and hope I will FEEL all the things that the beginning of this journey, and the end of my journey here (for now, at least) will bring, though already, many moments are quite overwhelming.
Off to hopefully finish packing, take the dogs for a brief, late night romp, then off to sleep...
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