Category Archives: life in london

on being a floridian in a new country.

Lizards. Every time something moves on the ground, I look to see the lizard.

Time difference. I end up talking to people at midnight, because it’s finally evening over in the States.

Hurricanes. When I see a large glass store front, thinking about the hassle during hurricane season.

Skirts. My light, cotton skirts are made possible with the help of leggings, boots, and two shirts. Sometimes a cardigan too.

NASA. I heard a loud noise the other night and immediately thought it must have been the sonic boom.



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My dear friend and former roomie (roommate for three full years! top that.) is celebrating her birthday today all the way across the ocean from me. I really miss you, Brenna Joy.

In other news, I’m not generally an observer of Halloween, but exactly one year ago today, I was navigating four little Saudi kids through a neighborhood to ring doorbells and earn candy for their costumes. Half of the time, we were trying to curtail the youngest’s attempts to run out into the street, and it was a really hot evening to chase kids. But it was such a good time.

And still yet, I have had a really good week here. It’s probably the best week I’ve had in London thus far. Several days, I’ve just found myself musing about how this is so unreal and how grateful I am that I am here. Oh, and I ran five miles today. First time ever.

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where I work.

It’s called depature. And yes, it’s cool like that and the “d” is not capitalized.

departure is a cafe, second-hand bookstore, community and arts center (or centre if you’re British).

It’s in the east end of London, Limehouse specifically. There is a facebook group if you’d like to see pictures -you can find it through my page probably- or their website is

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an american in britain

It’s funny frequently thinking about your nationality. You (or at least I don’t) don’t think about the country you are from until you are outside of it. Over here, I’m like, “Yes! I’m an American!” But, I may add, the Scotsman in our group is just as passionate about his country.

So here, we are, just over a month living in the illustrious city of London.

I’m sharing a flat with two girls, living with 10 people over all. I have a 40 hour work week, a small collection of clothes to keep me warm in this increasing cold. It doesn’t feel like home yet.

I love the river Thames and the Queen’s Walk, which goes along it on the south bank. I have picked up knitting as a caveat to my job, a way to befriend some of the locals. I am reading recreationally again, after four years of university. Right now, I am reading Vanity Fair (all my lit friends would be so proud).

My appreciation and knowledge of coffee has broadened as I have been educated on our espresso machine at work. My career as a barista is burgeoning. So yeah, what I miss of American cuisine is being compensated for over good coffee.

I am working on my goals for the year. I like it here most days.

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