It’s 4PM Greenwich Mean Time zone. Can I sleep yet? No, just a bit longer.
It’s 6PM Greenwich Mean Time zone. Can I sleep yet? No, just a bit longer.
It’s 8:30PM Greenwich Mean Time zone. Can I sleep yet? Yes, yes I can sleep, after over 26 hours of awake time.
So, 11.5 hours of sleep and two coffees later, here I sit in a lovely coffee shop, sipping my second coffee (it’s no Tried and True, but it will do), unwinding and adapting to my new home. It’s been a long time since I’ve lived in a big city, but boy is it different to Corvallis. There’s always noise here, cars honking, accented folk chatting, sirens chirping; a constant metropolitan pulse letting you know all is well.
The journey over was long, but nice. I haven’t traveled much in airports, but boy did I learn fast. From being told to enter the wrong terminal, not being told that the airport was separated into two parts only travel-able by light rail (with an hour till my flight), to quickly collecting my checked and re-sending of off on my quaint propeller plane to Cardiff. One thing stayed constant through all my nervous airport bumblings: Everybody here is polite, helpful, and patient with an internationally-ignorant traveler such as myself.
My flat is nice, but despite the name, not at all flat! It’s a narrow, three-story building jam-packed with people. The basement has a beautiful kitchen equipped with two stoves and two fridges, a quaint living room, and access to our tiny back lot. The ground floor has two bedrooms and another bathroom. The first floor has three rooms, including mine (which I really like!), and the second floor has another two. Our house is located in a prime location, just near a pub restaurant, grocery store, and coffee house (so this town may yet survive).
An that’s it for all the boring updates, on-wards and sideways to some grand adventures abroad. I’ll post pictures eventually, for now I’m recuperating and adjusting to time ones.
Oh, and I’ll be buying a new cyclocross bike so prepare your arses for some amazing whale-tails on gravel, cobblestone, and road alike. Sorry-not-sorry for that pun.
With love and jet-lag,
Meghan
Yeah, that whole tram to a different part of the airport threw me the first time I encountered it.