The New Apartment is Officially Warmed!

Apologies for the lapse in posting, but I’ve had a happily busy week!  Last weekend the boyfriend and I welcomed some friends into our house for a housewarming party… never mind that torrential rain kept many people from braving the New York street.

My friend Kallie, writer of Happy, Honey, and Lark, came by and took some great pictures, which you can find on her fantastic blog.

Owl Votive Picture by Kallie from Happy, Honey, and Lark

And at the same time, two of our dearest friends from when we lived in Durham came to visit for the week.  While the boyfriend worked, I got to go around the city doing incredibly fun touristy things I’ve never had the chance to do… eating cannoli in Little Italy, wait in a (VERY) long for the Circle Line Cruise (didn’t actually get to go…) walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, and going to the Top of The Rock (Rockefeller Center Tower).  Pictures from this last week will come when I can actually find my camera….

future post: Vintage Raggedy Ann books, value both monetary and sentimental.

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Country Woes.

In the few months that I’ve been living in the English Countryside (excluding the two months I was back in America), the only real problem I’ve encountered is the constant poor internet connection. Right now I’m sitting in a pub with my boyfriend at 4 in the afternoon on a saturday purely for the use of their wifi. Job hunting in this modern age, when you don’t yet live in the area you’re looking to work, is utterly impossible without internet. Perhaps that’s why people were so much less mobile before the advent of internet job sites? Unless you got transferred or knew somebody who knew someone you rarely left a place with a job already waiting for you in the new place. Though, to be honest, it’s unlikely I’ll have a job waiting for me when my boyfriend and I finally move to a tiny rental somewhere in London. And it will likely be the depressingly new Docklands. Which I’ve never been to. And am expecting to hate.
So who in London wants to give me a job?

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Back in Blighty.

I’ve been bad.  I’ve left America once again and only marginally achieved my goal.  I finally sorted out all my junk, but never saw the plan through.  Rather than selling all my clothes and STUFF, it is all sitting in bags and boxes in a spare room.  Things I want to keep but could not bring with me on my plane flight back to England are in boxes and suitcases in my old bedroom, waiting to slowly make their way across the Atlantic.

So now I’m sitting in a pub in Chelsea, having finally submitted my visa application and officially a Master of Arts, trying to finish up job applications and send out e-mails I’ve been delaying sending.

And while I desperately want a grownup job, I instead foresee myself working behind the bar in a pub just like the one I’m sitting in right now.  Or back in a shop somewhere.

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