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Gotta catch up!

I seriously need to catch up on my blogging!  I’ve had so many thoughts and done so many things lately that I almost wonder where to begin.  Yesterday was such a lovely day and I do mean lovely sunny day that I walked to the nearby village and back.  I couldn’t resist a stop into the haberdashery shop for some more yarn (or wool as they call it here).  I bought a nice white one that was also on sale for £2.  I’ve only just recently completed making my second crocheted hat and I’m so happy with how it turned out!  Almost like a cool beret.  

It’s always so hard to remember all those little things that I see or get to experience here so that my loved ones back home can know what it’s like here.  But I always have to tell myself that they cannot know what it’s like here unless they visit it for themselves.  It is impossible for me to even try and capture all those little nuances and subtleties that make living here such an ongoing and new experience.  If I just took a moment and realized how far I’ve come in trying to learn about and assimilate myself into a new culture, I’d be blown away!  A few years ago, I never thought in a million years I’d be visiting Britain let alone working there or getting to use the local transportation.  

There is just sooooo much more to the world than you know of and that’s only something that can be realized through traveling.  Traveling, to me, has opened my eyes up to more things than I can ever describe or convey.  I only wish that everyone had the desire to travel because it can teach you so much about yourself and the world around you.  It can help you to learn about your loves and your fears in life and make you face them head on, atleast that’s what it’s done for me.

Now, in light of new experiences and traveling, I must share my time at the market today.  I’d never really been to a market and it was such a wonderful time!  I loved looking at all the fresh fruits and vegetables for sale, the flowers, the antiques, the jewelry, the books, and the delicious looking cakes and breads for sale.  My BF’s mom bought me the loveliest little brooch of a 1920’s lady’s silhouette.  I just can’t get over how much I love it, it’s just the daintiest little thing.  I also tried a Chelsea bun, which is like an English cinnamon roll without the cinnamon.  I thought it was tasty.  Here’s some of my pics from the market—to make the picture larger just click on it:

I just had a fun day just wandering around and seeing all of the sights and sounds and smells of the day.  Oh, and before I forget, I went to the movies last night with my BF and his mom, and we saw The Young Victoria, a movie about Queen Victoria.  I must say I really enjoyed it!  I like the music, the costumes, and the plot.  I don’t know when it’ll be released in the US as it was just released here in the UK, but wherever you are, you should really see it.  It sheds light on one of the greatest monarchs that’s ever lived and really showcased the power of love.  I thoroughly enjoyed it and I can’t wait to see it again soon.

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Chowin’ it in Suburbia

Well a lot has happened since my last post. I’ve moved into suburbia with my BF.  We’re living with his parents to enable us to save up some money.  We’d like to be able to travel a bit more as well, something we have not been able to do living in the city.  So I’ve moved away from the city and into the countryside.  Things here aren’t as accessibly easy to come by as they were obviously in the city.  So now when I bake/cook, I have to be certain that I have enough ingredients on hand because it’s not as easy as popping into the shop around the corner.  

It also is beginning to feel a little bit more like England here in suburbia.  It reminds me a lot of Harry Potter’s Aunt and Uncle’s house in Surrey–that’s how the neighborhood looks and feels here.  It’s much more quiet than living in the city.  Noisy packs of foreign students have been replaced with cars driving by.  Instead of church bells tolling, now I hear pigeons.  There’s a whole host of new sounds that I have to get used to here.  I know that eventually I’ll make it out on bus somewhere and on foot to the nearby village.  

It’s been an interesting experience squeezing a whole flat’s worth of stuff into two small rooms, but with help from the loft up above, we’ve managed to do a pretty good job fitting it all in.  

I’ve baked quite a few things since my last post as well.  Here’s one that is a total favorite and might be one that you haven’t made in a while!  It’s not technically something that’s baked, but rather microwaved, and it can easily be done using a microwave.  Some people call it Monkey Chow, Puppy Chow, Human Chow, or Muddy Buddies, whatever you call it, here’s the recipemuddy buddy recipe

Since they don’t make Chex here, this is the closest I could find–

meerkat

The delicious finished product–warning: may cause Monkey Chow addiction!  I find people are often leery of trying it, with a name like Monkey Chow, I can only guess why! 

monkey chow

So on another note, I was on my way to the village of Wimborne today on the bus for the first time ever.  My BF and I usually walk there, but seeing as it’s quite a walk to get there and the fact that I haven’t done it in over a year, I wasn’t about to choose today to be my day to venture out on foot.  Plus, the fact that it looked like it was going to rain wasn’t helping.  So out on my bus adventure it was!  I got into the village just fine, in fact I enjoyed looking around at all of the shops and just having a good look about.  I found the local haberdashery shop (the place where they sell yarn, ribbons, knitting/crochet stuff, buttons, etc…) and I did a bit of shopping.  I felt proud of myself for not getting lost and making good progress exploring everything around the village.  

So when it came to going back home, I figured the process would be just as easy! Oh no it wasn’t!  Little did I know that I was in for an adventure!  I got on the bus, same number and location as the one that brought me to the village.  We’re going along and things are starting to look unfamiliar to me….in fact it’s been about a good 15 minutes and we’re not anywhere near where we should be at this point….I ask the bus driver where we’re going..he says Corfe Mullen…uh, NOT where I need to be going.  Yes, it was the same bus number, but entirely different route!!!  So he drops me off in a town I’ve never been in before, and I wait for a good half hour…I felt like I was in the twilight zone with weird people coming up to me and asking me where I’m going and seeing the same red van go past me three times….  *cue weird music*  I was starting to get cold and worried that this once in a lifetime bus wasn’t going to show up!  FINALLY it did, and I managed to make it home.  I’ve never been so happy to get on a bus in my whole life.  I did however feel relatively calm during my long detour…but it’s not something that I want to repeat any time soon.  

Now I just want to ask–who puts the same bus number on two completely different routes?!  So in my distress after my adventure, I ate some 5 or 6 mini chocolate chip cookies….some people smoke, I eat cookies.

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A Flutter of Happiness

Flake

As I look outside, I’m amazed by the weather phenomenon before me–it’s SNOWING (hence my lone snowflake picture) here again in England for the second day in a row!  It’s almost like an amazing looking rain and snow combination that I can’t help but stare out upon.  When I say it hardly ever snows here, I mean that some parts of the UK haven’t seen this much snow in 18 years.  And we’re also in the midst of the coldest winter the UK has seen in 13 years…so put those two together and you’ve got one special winter.  

Ever since I was born on the sunny shores of California, I have never liked winter.  I don’t like the coldness, the darkness, the wet snow, or the need to have to wear millions of layers.  And yet here I find myself in England, the pinnacle of cold and dark damp winters where wind cuts through you like a jagged icicle.  Like every other person here I just keep telling myself it’s temporary and that we’ll all be rewarded with that promise of spring.  

Now with my thoughts on winter aside, I want to talk about something else: happiness.  You see despite my least favorite season, I am finding this feeling of happiness and acceptance finding its way to me with no warning.  I feel as though I am becoming much more accepting and content with my current situation despite not being able to work.  I am finding that maybe I can be suited for this such position after all.  All it took was some time getting used to it.  I like being able to do whatever I want whenever I want, a chance not many of us have in this day and age of productivity.  I can spend an hour at the nearby bookstore looking at a magazine if I want.  I can peruse the shelves of my library and come home with 10 cookbooks.  I can spend time out on the high street looking at the latest fashions.  I can stay home if I want to and bake cakes.  I have time to be with my thoughts and devote some time each day to my new blog.  Although I must admit, it’d be nice if I made myself read more each day…or each week for that matter.   

It is in my happiness that I find peace.  A big part of that peace is being with my BF.  I don’t think I’ve laughed or smiled so much in a while.  My BF and I may not be millionaires, but we have each other, and to me, that means so much.  

Can I also just say something else? I think that my family is amazing.  It’s crazy to think that all of us ‘kids’ and by that I mean my cousins and I are growing up.  The thing that makes family special is its ability to connect all of us no matter where we are or what we’re doing.  I could be here in England and one of my family members could be living in Missouri, but we’re still family.  We may not see each other nearly as much as we’d like or we may hardly ever call each other, but we’re still connected; all of us are invisibly connected and that is what makes a family special–this sense of invisible connectivity.

I feel like I belong with my family and I feel like I keep having those special moments where I honestly feel like I belong with my BF’s family too.  I love getting cooking tips and getting laughs from my grandmother.  I love hearing my parents laugh.  I love hearing stories from my BF’s grandfather about living in Africa.  I just love the way that his family includes me in everything.  I love seeing the sense of pride that my grandfather has about his newest tomato harvest.  It’s all of these great things that make a family what they are–we’re all connected.        

We all want to be accepted in our families, to know that no matter what we say or do, that we still belong there unconditionally.  I think it’s just basic human nature to want to feel that way.    

Oh, it’s time for me to re-heat my tea, something I don’t care to do often since it has milk in it and all, but it’s gotten cold while I’ve been writing.  Anybody else finding it crazy that it’s now February?!

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