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Six months ago today, I landed in Heathrow as a new expatriate. Goodness, how time flies! I am now one quarter of the way through my current contract. So I could fulfill it and be back in the States in just another year and a half. Or I could renew it for another year or two. Or I could possibly get the faculty position and be here for many years to come. Most likely, reality will turn out to be none of the above, based on my experience with long term plans. Life is good at tossing out curve balls.
One day ago, I landed at Heathrow again, returning from my meeting and vacation in Paris. The short version of the trip report is that Paris kicks arse. The longer version is being prepared as my post-of-the-day for tomorrow. For anyone who has been there, I'm afraid that there will be no surprises; it was a pretty ordinary sightseeing trip to Paris. However, in a city like that, even the most ordinary sightseeing trip is pretty fantastic! Since England still feels foreign in some ways, I have found myself consciously having to supress asking people things in [my extremely limited] French today.
Today has mainly consisted of the standard settling in that I do after being away for awhile. Checking the mail, petting cats, checking the e-mail, petting cats, catching up on what my friends have posted to LiveJournal, petting cats, stocking the fridge (the one at home, not the dilution one), and so on. The weather was splendid this afternoon, so![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheshcat and I met in Summertown to get lunch, sitting outdoors at one of the local pubs (the Dew Drop Inn).
In the evening, I went to donate blood for the second time since moving to England. It was a little more eventful than usual, as one woman fainted while donating. However, my own experience was normal and I now have half a litre less blood as well as bite marks on my right hand. As I said, perfectly normal. While waiting to donate, I had a nice conversation with a cute Oxonian who had come for the first time. However, it turned out that she was only seventeen, so any thoughts I had of exchanging contact info were abandoned. Even so, chatting with a pretty girl is a nice way to pass the time while waiting to be punctured and drained of one of your most vital fluids!
I am currently two days behind my last attempt to make one hundred LJ posts in one hundred days. Hurm. And it appears that my efforts have inspired another such project in the lovelyiamthesphinx. Very cool -- it's nice to have company on this mad quest, as I did the first time around (from resourceress).
One day ago, I landed at Heathrow again, returning from my meeting and vacation in Paris. The short version of the trip report is that Paris kicks arse. The longer version is being prepared as my post-of-the-day for tomorrow. For anyone who has been there, I'm afraid that there will be no surprises; it was a pretty ordinary sightseeing trip to Paris. However, in a city like that, even the most ordinary sightseeing trip is pretty fantastic! Since England still feels foreign in some ways, I have found myself consciously having to supress asking people things in [my extremely limited] French today.
Today has mainly consisted of the standard settling in that I do after being away for awhile. Checking the mail, petting cats, checking the e-mail, petting cats, catching up on what my friends have posted to LiveJournal, petting cats, stocking the fridge (the one at home, not the dilution one), and so on. The weather was splendid this afternoon, so
cheshcat and I met in Summertown to get lunch, sitting outdoors at one of the local pubs (the Dew Drop Inn). In the evening, I went to donate blood for the second time since moving to England. It was a little more eventful than usual, as one woman fainted while donating. However, my own experience was normal and I now have half a litre less blood as well as bite marks on my right hand. As I said, perfectly normal. While waiting to donate, I had a nice conversation with a cute Oxonian who had come for the first time. However, it turned out that she was only seventeen, so any thoughts I had of exchanging contact info were abandoned. Even so, chatting with a pretty girl is a nice way to pass the time while waiting to be punctured and drained of one of your most vital fluids!
I am currently two days behind my last attempt to make one hundred LJ posts in one hundred days. Hurm. And it appears that my efforts have inspired another such project in the lovely
iamthesphinx. Very cool -- it's nice to have company on this mad quest, as I did the first time around (from resourceress).
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