Rain!

Finally theres rain! It started to look really sad already, seeing the grass slowly turn yellow and trees shedding their leaves as if it was autumn. It seemed to be here to stay. Luckily no.

I lay in my bed, listening to the traffic outside my window and feel the cool air seeping in and tickling my toes. I had been so tired of this constant sweating and feeling sticky. Every quicker move made it all come flowing down from my hairline. And I started to hate having to tie my hair up in a bun like a grandma. Dear Void, if you didnt know, I have really long hair and when I leave it open, its like laying a blanket all over my shoulders and back. Not a good thing to do in scorching hot weather.

I havent been writing here as often as I thought I would when I was still in Estonia. I thought that this would turn into something like daily blog. Dont get me wrong, things happen here, but I realized that writing here isnt really just opening your mouth and pouring it out, it resembles with writing poetry. You have to have the right mood, the muse has to be there. You may ask whats my muse for blogging? I dont know, I honestly say. But when I woke up, hearing the rain falling and busy life happening outside while Im here all cuddled up in my bed, feeling safe and sound and not busy at all, that made me want to talk to you. To you, my Dear Void.

Things have happened here. For example, yesterday I talked to two police officers who came to my door. They wrote down my statement and took my name and number. Oh, to explaine, I live next door to a pub, quite shady one, if I may say so. There was a shooting there, early Saturday morning, one young man was shot in the chest. So the police knocked on every door to ask if they saw/heard anything. I did hear things and thats exactly what I told the officers.

And one more exciting thing. You know, dear Void, how Im always interested in different places and cultures? I joined a site called postcrossing and you can send postcards to completely randomly chosen person of that same site. And someone sends a card to you too. I dont know how that sounds to you, but for me its really nerve-tingling since I have always loved snail-mail. So Im anxciously looking forward to getting my first card! And I make it sure to share it with you my Dear Void.

Home, sweet home.

My Dear Void, I have a home now. No longer staying with friends, but in my own little home. Well, I dont live here alone, I share it with one couple. But still. Im excited and relieved at the same time.And I dont really know how to put my feelings into words because its all merged and melted into this one big ball of exhilaration yet feeling the peace coming over me at the same time.
Now the next leg of my goals begin. Finding a job. I hope it will go as smoothly as finding a home. Im not loosing faith, I didnt lose it either when I was seeing the apartments that were completely neglected, rooms that were as a size of a closet with no lock on the door, places that had a big family living in the rest of the apartment and had big stains on the carpet. And they all fell into the same price range. I call myself lucky that I found this place, this add was placed on a convenience stores window.
It takes some time before Im all settled here but for now its all good.
Happydance!

Thieves beware..!!

No, my Dear Void, I havent fallen victim to thieves, it was one of the genius signs I saw yesterday when I was walking on a Thameswalk. And I searched about it and it comes out that they actually have a technology by SelectaDNA that sprays the thief with something that can be detected later. I felt like coming from ancient times to a modern era, I wasnt aware that there is such possibility and I myself claim to come from more technologically advantaged country.

But the sign I wanted to talk about and share is this. I saw it literally EVERYWHERE. When Brits normally have a sign, its really polite like please do not litter and so on but this is really straightforward.

No please, no nothing, just NO. And in residential areas you see this everywhere. Even on the walls with no close proximity to any window. Dont they know that a ball game doesnt necessarily have to be football? I know many different and gentle games that you can play with a ball but I think that the only acceptable ball game for Brits is football. End of story Dear Void.

Stu the cockatoo is new at the zoo...

Yes my Dear Void, I have finally made my move to London. In this post, Im the Stu. Im the one new in town, slowly discovering my surroundings because this whole metropolis is unknown to me and I have to say, a little daunting.
I catch myself constantly drawing parallels with my hometown. This place here looks different, feels different and definately smells different, especially after a big saturday night partying, if you know what I mean.
I went for a walk by the Thames yesterday and probably got a tiny heatstroke because its weirdly hot here. You always imagine London as a little gloomy, windy and foggy place but not now. The city has robed itself in sunshine and turned on the heat to welcome the newcomer.
So I woke up with a splitting headache, the people I stay with said that they will go to a nearby foodstore, I stress NEARBY and asked if I wanted to come along. I said, sure, why not. And we walked and walked. More and more I realize that the distances here are way different. So from now on I will be really sceptical when someone says that something is nearby because in reality its not.
And one thing I realize aswell, african people are strong like camels in desert. They can go on walking for miles in full sun without even breaking a sweat. And I, as a white girl, feel like a possible candidate for a sunburn or a stroke (which actually might have happened) and buying copious amounts of bottled water. And we returned to the apartment around noon and then I had my first bite to eat and my not-so-morning coffee. One thing is true, my daily rhytm is way different and I want to get it back to normal as soon as possible.
And next week my search for a more permanent livingplace begins and then all the paperwork.
Wish me good luck my Dear Void.
Signing off, Stu.