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[in_stead]

So. Hi. Eight days.

I am told that I will not be able to get internet in at my place of residence. I have also heard, on the sly, from people who were staying there in February that there is someone in the area that has WiFi and that internet may be bootlegged so long as you are willing to spend all your time balancing your computer on the window sill.

Which, of course, I am, particularly as the other option is an internet cafe that is many blocks away.

I am not sure how well I will manage with possibly very limited internet access. What will I do without email? LJ? Fandom? Porn? Unlimited information on every single topic in existance right at my fingertips? Did I mention porn?

Other points of concern to occur to me as the date of my flight out looms ever nearer:

- I am a creature of extremely predictable nutritional habits. I've had Bran Flakes for breakfast almost every single day for years. I always buy exactly the same kind of jam and peanut butter and coffee. I have one thing at every restaurant I go to regularly that I always, always order. I am going to have to get all new regular things when I move to England. This is a daunting task. I am not sure I am equal to it.
- I do not have slippers. I need slippers. It's England. It's damp there. My feet will get cold.
- What if I am a terrible teacher? I'm not -- I am, in fact, a very good teacher. I have the evaluations and glowing letters of recommendation to prove it. But they are, perhaps, wrong. What if I screw up the lives of all the children I come into contact with? I believe I would feel bad about that.
- London is VERY BIG. On the other hand, Stead once lived there. As did Wellington. I'm sure I'll manage.
- I will have to learn how to ride my bike on the other side of the road. I am bound to get confused. I must see if I can find a handbook of some sort to guide me through this transition.
- What if I forget something very important?

That is all I have to say about that.

Comments

[ia-ne.livejournal.com]

what are slippers? shoes to wear inside?

when i lived in new zealand, i missed some of my favourite foods (interestingly, some of those were mandarines in a can), but there was new yummy stuff i could add to my list! marshmellow-covered-in-chocolate bars for example, or hoki.

you're a very lovely and intelligent person, i'm sure you'll have a great time in london!

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

Yep! Usually they have some kind of rubber soleto prevent slipping. What do they call such things in your corner of the world?

It really is all about the food, isn't it? That's what I've found myself fussing about the most. Not missing family or friends, because I know I'll be able to talk to those people on the phone or by email, so it'll be fine. But the food!

You couldn't get mandarines in a can in New Zealand? That seems odd to me. Of course, all I remember of food in New Zealand was the black forest cake my parents bought me for my fourth birthday when I was there. GREAT cake. *g*

Thank you very much for helping talk me out of my tree. It's easy to get all wound up in fussing over little details and lose your grip on how cool and amazing and wonderful the whole is, I think.

[ia-ne.livejournal.com]

you know what i did when i wanted to have red onion, sweetcorn, mandarine and cream pizza? i peeled the white stuff of every single mandarine slice. a little insane, but the pizza is worth it, especially when you put some smoked salmon on it as well. you should try it!

black forest cake is a speciality in germany!

you're right, it really is all about the food :)