The Move

I'm feeling quite homesick right now. Perhaps it's because my program has ended and all the American friends I'd made have left. Perhaps it's just the exhaustion from having to pack up and move across town. Perhaps it's the awkwardness caused by living in a convent filled with nuns who keep early hours. Or perhaps it's the email I got this morning from Michelle saying that she isn't yet certain if she's going to hire me for Richard III. If that's the case, next fall is going to be dull indeed. In fact, I don't know what I'd do since I've already decided I don't want to take a full load of courses. Perhaps I'll have to get a real job.

However, I spent a pleasant weekend, despite the moving bit. The new area of town I'm in is a short walk from the most beautiful heath. Yes, an actual heath, full of twisty paths, windblown hills, lots of trees, and a ridiculous number of golden labs. Honestly, it's like no other breed of dog exists. So I had a lovely long walk this morning after waking for breakfast at 7:30. In the morning. That's just weird. I don't do mornings generally. I mean, work doesn't start here until 10:30, sometimes 11.

Yesterday I bought a book. I know, a silly expense, but sometimes you just have to buy something for no other reason than that you want it. Then I sat against a tree in the heath and read for several hours. Of course, this would have been a better idea had I not been wearing khakis (khakis which now have the most glorious collection of grass stains), still, worth it.