Prawns in Marie-Rose (don’t ask)
Let’s just say that I have to make time to make lunch in the mornings. ;)
I was talking with Phil about the difference the new commute makes to my outlook in the mornings. I used to commute on small country lanes, and now it’s mainly a drive through the suburbs and downtrodden industrial areas. I used to love seeing the new lambs in the fields, or seeing the hills turn gold in the afternoon sun. It made me happy, sometimes to the point of being almost in tears. Stoke isn’t one of the most aesthetic cities in the world, granted – it has a bad reputation as a place to live, and I am glad that I only work here. The countryside, and the small villages, are stunning.
I want to get back a bit to the original purpose of this blog: a first-person account of what it’s like to leave the country of your birth and make a home in another country. I will always be American, but England is my home now. So, more accounts of the differences, the wonderful things, the difficulties and small embarrassments of not *really* speaking the language.
But for now…back to work. All I have are stolen moments.