- I have another flatmate now. He was born in England, grew up in Italy, near Venice, and is getting his PhD in… (I was distracted by preparing an ice pack) either anthropology or sociology. He says he works as an IT guy… but I had to show him how to set up the internet in his room. Michigan difference?
- My flat backs up to a school yard (read: I will be getting woken up by screaming kids at recess fairly frequently).
- I'm so happy that I already know 90% of the language and slang. I'm not making the rookie mistakes of calling bins "trash cans" or a duvet "a comforter".
- I’m sick. It’s just an “airplane cold”, as I like to call them. I’m sure the rainy weather and sleeping without blankets don’t help, though. But, I’m so used to these from traveling that it almost seems routine.
- I start classes tomorrow. I’m so excited!
Funny story:
My flatmate approached me and asked if I
wanted to look for a job stripping with her. Not wanting to be rude in my
response (different strokes for different folks), I said “Oh wow, thanks for
the offer. I will be dancing all day for my course though, and I don’t want to
increase my risk of injury by dancing all night too. Plus, I’m not sure my
boyfriend would be cool with me stripping over here.” She deemed this a
reasonable answer and asked me to let her know if I changed my mind. Don’t
worry, family, I will not become a London stripper. I just might be living with
one.
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