My Moccasins

In case anyone is curious, this is the world as I experience it in my moccasins. Or shoes. Monday through Friday I wake up, roll out of bed to make a cup of tea and some toast (cinnamon toast, with raspberry jam, please) and stare at the television for approximately an hour. If I'm lucky I've dvr'd something I actually want to watch, like Eat Street, Unique Sweets, or the Daily Show, and I don't have to suffer through an hour of music I don't listen to on VH1 Jump Start Music, or worse, that infomercial for wen hair products. 



I go to work and sit behind a counter of delicious things. Delicious things that I can smell. Most of the time, I get through this just fine but other more stressful days, like the majority of this past week, make working in the bakery like working in the seventh circle of hell. Because people like me, who can't eat from stress then stress binge-eat, should not be placed in front of a platter of cupcakes. It's just not kind.

So most of the day is taken up by sitting with this here computer on my lap, its batteries burning lovely little stripe-y marks into my legs. Occasionally I read (though now that it's crunch time with school it should be more than occasionally, it should be every day and be my reading list).

This week was incredibly stressful because my school for next year finally saw fit to tell me, after I applied in April, that they could not offer me housing next year. Needless to say this threw my parents into a panic (and me as well). The idea of going overseas with no set place to live made the whole concept of studying abroad that much more unnerving. After scouring the internet for 2 days, trying to figure out based on internet sources what good areas of London are and what the best prices are (shout out to Alysia and yelp, they were a huge help), I am now the proud renter of a little room (and bathroom) in a student complex in a rather hip neighborhood. Allegedly. I'll be sharing a kitchen with 5 other students, which is intimidating because I don't have the best track record with good roommates (or tidy ones, and a tidy kitchen is a must).

 

And now it's essentially August. I only have work for another month, then it's a flurry of family visits, slapdash adventures, packing up everything I have, and boarding a plane for the unknown.  It's very real and it's very unknown. The regulars that come into my work all know about my grand travel plans, and they all say "that's so exciting" in a way that suggests that nobody ever does this. They sort of wonder at me, like I'm this odd child for wanting to leave everything behind to try a new culture, a new city. It makes me very a little alone, honestly. Even if I know that I'm not. That there are loads of people who travel all sorts of places and move all over the place. I just haven't met a lot of these people yet.