Iffffffffffff you know me at all or have read more than 3 of my blog posts you probably know I love to travel and move around quite frequently. Since I moved away from home 3 years ago I’ve now lived in 2 countries, 2 provinces, 6 cities and 7 houses. Not bad, if you ask me. I’m getting decently accustomed to purging and packing and starting over at this point.
So, England. My first move out of Canada. And my first move to a place where I know someone already. Pretty safe. Different enough from home, but not so much so that I feel like an alien.
As far as adjustments go, truly the biggest thing is the uncertainty crossing streets, not knowing what’s going on with the cars around me. Coming from a country where pedestrians have right of way and roads are straightforward, I’m a little fearful that my downfall will be stepping off a curb when I shouldn’t have. Other than that, nothing has thrown me off too much. I mean, I have been here before so it’s not completely new.
I’ve not yet gotten a UK SIM card for my phone, and I’m not hating it. I kind of like not having the distraction while I’m out of the house, so long as I can still open Maps and see where I’m going, I can survive.
So far, I’ve spent my time mostly applying for jobs, walking by the sea, and browsing many grocery stores. I do love a foreign grocery store. I could do a tour of grocery stores just gawking at the new and interesting vegan options and other things that are uncommonly seen in Canada. All in all, decent first week.
We’ll see how I get on for the next 8 months.