Well, I’m in England! Hoorah!
Times almost hit by car: 3 (caused by looking the wrong way when crossing)
Times gotten lost: infinite
# of Pints drunk: lost count…
# of friends made: a few 🙂 (yay!)
jobs found: 0
flats found: 0
Bank accounts opened: 1 (whew!)
So far, I’m not doing so badly. Been in the country less than a week and I’ve accomplished a lot of the “administrative” type tasks I needed to do. The big things – like a job and a place to live – are still in limbo.
I thought that I would have a job/flat as soon as I arrived. I was going to be SO pro-active and accomplish all of these things. Nope. The London Pub scene quickly took over, and the first couple of nights were spent doing nothing but becoming one step closer to an alcoholic.
My hostel is literally right across the street from the Great Portland Street Tube so it gives me easy access to anywhere I want to go. So far I have been – down South in Clapham, London Zoo, on the London Eye, seen Big Ben (from the London eye), I could go on and on. So not a bad deal for 4/5 days, eh?
I am actually surprised at how friendly British people are as well. Yes – you heard me right…I said FRIENDLY. Not at all what I’ve heard from others. They are not the bitter, snobby drunks everyone makes them out to be! Haha.
So even though I haven’t gotten around to accomplishing the 2 main tasks – I’m not necessarily in any hurry. The hostel is great (and surprisingly cheap), I’ve met some great people and I’m having a great time.
I haven’t made up my mind on how long I plan on staying here. Originally, I thought a year. It could be less, it could be more. Its still kind of hard to say. We, as Canadians, are quite lucky in that respect because Americans are only allowed to stay maximum 6 months on the same type of Visa.
I’m safe, I’m well, I’m happy, just maybe going a bit broke.