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well, i'm back in calgary. touched down at 3:30pm mountain time on the 27th.
i can't say i'm too thrilled about it.
and the flight made me want to claw my eyes out with a fork.
going back to work Thursday.
I was mainly in northern england, out and about around Newcastle Upon Tyne and Gateshead.
it's a 7-hour time difference; i was ready for bed at 6pm calgary time last night and i've been awake more-or-less since 2am.
it's absolutely gorgeous. the green fields as far as you can see, old rock walls, ivy, stone buildings, pubs and taverns in the strangest places, old bridges, cathedrals, castles, misty hills covered in sheep, flowers, green trees, purple heather on the moors, rock cliffs to the ocean, rickety stone roads...
i would move there in a heartbeat.
it's really everything i've wanted in somewhere to live.
i've taken many photos, i just have to get a cord or something to get them onto my computer.
the roads confused the hell out of me. i just grew accustomed to looking both ways numerous times before crossing the street.
drivers here don't stop for pedestrians like they do in canada. they'd run you over first.
no one signals, they just drive wherever and park wherever they want.
and i knew they all drove on the opposite side of the road, but that takes a long time to get used to.
everytime we'd drive around a corner i'd think we were going to get hit by someone, because i'd always assume we'd go in the other lane.
closed quarter driving made me incredibly nervous.
and there are zig-zag lines on the road, strange signs i had no idea what they meant, flashing yellow lights, arrows all over the place...
if i was driving we'd surely be dead.
My hair would curl in the most unusual ways. it's very humid there (obviously compared to calgary!) and i seemed to never be able to stay dry. it was like my hair had a mind of it's own. and it seemed easier to breathe... but it's not hard to breathe here.
i had an incredible hike along Hadrian's Wall. saw the inside of Durham's Cathedral (as old as 955ad). took pictures of buildings 2000 years old. walked inside Edinburgh's castle. bought pints of beer in the grocery store. drank beers in the most packed pubs, walked along the stormy shore, drank coffee among cobblestone roads, took my life in my hands on the back of Dave's motorbike, ate fish and chips with strange wooden forks, got caught in the rain at Robin Hood's Bay, got incredibly drunk in manchester, sat on the rocks on the coast and wished i never had to go back home.
the smell of the ocean makes me incredibly happy. i miss it so much. i could have sat there all day.
i've often thought of moving from Calgary. the ocean would make so much sense.
the west coast is too expensive. i've lived on the east coast. but i know no one there.
at least I'd have friends in the UK.
but i've not been invited.
i'm back to figure out my life again. i thought i had it figured out, but plans have changed, i suppose.
the 2nd time in 18 months.
i can't say i'm too thrilled about it.
and the flight made me want to claw my eyes out with a fork.
going back to work Thursday.
I was mainly in northern england, out and about around Newcastle Upon Tyne and Gateshead.
it's a 7-hour time difference; i was ready for bed at 6pm calgary time last night and i've been awake more-or-less since 2am.
it's absolutely gorgeous. the green fields as far as you can see, old rock walls, ivy, stone buildings, pubs and taverns in the strangest places, old bridges, cathedrals, castles, misty hills covered in sheep, flowers, green trees, purple heather on the moors, rock cliffs to the ocean, rickety stone roads...
i would move there in a heartbeat.
it's really everything i've wanted in somewhere to live.
i've taken many photos, i just have to get a cord or something to get them onto my computer.
the roads confused the hell out of me. i just grew accustomed to looking both ways numerous times before crossing the street.
drivers here don't stop for pedestrians like they do in canada. they'd run you over first.
no one signals, they just drive wherever and park wherever they want.
and i knew they all drove on the opposite side of the road, but that takes a long time to get used to.
everytime we'd drive around a corner i'd think we were going to get hit by someone, because i'd always assume we'd go in the other lane.
closed quarter driving made me incredibly nervous.
and there are zig-zag lines on the road, strange signs i had no idea what they meant, flashing yellow lights, arrows all over the place...
if i was driving we'd surely be dead.
My hair would curl in the most unusual ways. it's very humid there (obviously compared to calgary!) and i seemed to never be able to stay dry. it was like my hair had a mind of it's own. and it seemed easier to breathe... but it's not hard to breathe here.
i had an incredible hike along Hadrian's Wall. saw the inside of Durham's Cathedral (as old as 955ad). took pictures of buildings 2000 years old. walked inside Edinburgh's castle. bought pints of beer in the grocery store. drank beers in the most packed pubs, walked along the stormy shore, drank coffee among cobblestone roads, took my life in my hands on the back of Dave's motorbike, ate fish and chips with strange wooden forks, got caught in the rain at Robin Hood's Bay, got incredibly drunk in manchester, sat on the rocks on the coast and wished i never had to go back home.
the smell of the ocean makes me incredibly happy. i miss it so much. i could have sat there all day.
i've often thought of moving from Calgary. the ocean would make so much sense.
the west coast is too expensive. i've lived on the east coast. but i know no one there.
at least I'd have friends in the UK.
but i've not been invited.
i'm back to figure out my life again. i thought i had it figured out, but plans have changed, i suppose.
the 2nd time in 18 months.