It's 9.30 am. The bulk of the commuters have been and gone leaving me and the off peeker's to a train where seats are a'plenty. I realise I've forgotten my phone charger and I know I need later in the day, so, to save juice, I pull out my book. I always carry a book, and… Continue reading Day 23: The Commute
How different my birthdays are now to what they once were. When I was in my teens and twenties I would anticipate them for months on end. I'd plan elaborate nights out, look forward to fancy gifts and expect lots of fuss. Now the things that please me most are the people I love, the… Continue reading Feeling Lucky – Birthday Pondering
I'm currently sat in the New York Library typing this. I've walked past this building a few times on my minimal visits to the City but this is the first time I've been inside. It's beautifully grand, but it's certainly not made for comfort. I'm sat in an awkward wooden chair surrounded by gold clad… Continue reading Playing at Being a New Yorker
Over the last few days I've been knee deep in boxes, furniture building, lifting, carrying, organising, sorting, tidying and homemaking. For the first time, I've felt like a Real Housewife. Not one of those from Orange County or Beverly Hills, but one from somewhere local, down to earth, and well, normal. Being the homemaker has… Continue reading It’s Happening
I thought spending time in New York City would make me miss city living, and miss the bright lights of London, but it didn't. I was so happy to come home to my quiet neighbourhood in Stamford at the end of a long day trudging the flamboyant, bustling streets of the metropolis. Maybe it's an age thing, but as much as I love the city, I love suburbia more.
When I woke this morning, from a restless sleep, I couldn't decide whether I felt nervous or excited about my day trip to the City. I was tired and irritable, and it was stupidly hot in our apartment.
I must tell you, no children were harmed in the making of this story. However, I must also warn you, if you want to keep your license, and face in the States, never argue with an American school bus.
This morning I feel shellshocked. Don't panic, it's nothing serious, I'm just a Stateside alien struggling to adapt to life across the pond. My day started with a barrage of phone calls I needed to make to cancel forgotten direct debits and payments coming out of my UK bank account. When leaving one country for another,… Continue reading Stateside Alien
So, i've been in the US for 7 days now - i'm living in friends house in a town called Stamford, travelling to Greenwich to drop my partner at work everyday and generally spending most of my time pottering around in suburbia, drinking a lot of coffee. For a few days now I've been pondering… Continue reading We’re just the same, me and you.