In another life I would be in Edinburgh tonight, probably weaving gently down the Royal Mile after Lashings of Ginger Beer.
But it's early evening here, still hot, and, well, I'm not. I'm sitting in my apartment at the end of a very busy weekend cleaning, tidying, unpacking, sorting and looking the wrong way when crossing the street, and I have nothing to do until nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
What to even say, then? My apartment is teeny tiny, but lovely. It's a ground floor one-bedroom apartment, and I'm waiting for the catch - it's nice, quiet, and cheaper than the cheapest studio on-campus graduate place - and it has a little bedroom with a little bed and desk and a little kitchen with a teeny stovetop and a teeny living-space with a big ugly sofa. I have my postcards and pictures and calendar up, and it looks homely for all there are only eight books in it.
I'm doing okay, too. On Saturday I went food shopping. It was... a little overhelming. It was very large. It had a LOT of stuff I have never heard of. Oh, it was very large. Can I even encompass how large it was without flapping my hands about and saying "oh, it was large!" I have never thought of Cowley Road Tesco with fondness before. Anyway, so, I went to what I am told is a perfectly ordinary grocery store, and looked for things like cherry tomatoes and bread and cheese and honey and cereal and tins of soup, and it was all going, if not fine, then bearably, until I tried to buy milk. I only put milk in my coffee; otherwise I don't drink it. Even when I was de facto living with Shim, we only got through one pint a week.
...one pint. Given that I didn't want soy milk, rice milk, lactose-free milk or vitamin-D-enriched milk, or organic milk, or milk from local farms, and I wanted it to be full-fat or whole or blue milk, depending on what you call it, I couldn't find a bottle with less than six pints.
I took a very deep breath and got over it and picked up two pints of organic milk instead, and tossed it into the trolley and headed to the checkout. Where a chirpy woman chirpily said, "I think you'll find this is the ten items or less line!"
Because I am well-balanced, and not at all rattled by my new surroundings, I shrieked, "Ten items or FEWER!" and ran metaphorically into the night.
Other than that I'm doing fine. I have a sunflower in a pot on my desk and some idea of what I'm doing tomorrow, and I want to take a quiet moment to tell you all how much I adore you and am grateful for you; I wouldn't have been so sad to leave if I had had nothing to leave behind. Thank you for sending me playlists and stories and good-luck messages, thank you for putting me up on your sofas and taking me around your cities and not minding when I cry all over you; thank you for being you and wanting me to be me. If I return from this year with half the numer of new friends and experiences that I had at Oxford, then it will be more than a success.
Have some music, for a thank you.
Vienna Teng - Recessional
who are you, taking coffee no sugar? / who are you, echoing street signs?
Vienna Teng - Leaving Atlanta (cover)
well if it's any consolation / it's a lot harder to be left
Crowded House - Weather With You
Julius Caesar and the Roman empire / couldn't conquer the blue sky
Laura Marling - Goodbye England (Covered In Snow)
and I never loved England more / than when covered in snow
Richard Shindell - I Am
I am New York harbour / I am the promised land
Louder Than Words (from "tick tick... BOOM!")
why do we play with fire
Tomorrow, orientation; now, dinner.
But it's early evening here, still hot, and, well, I'm not. I'm sitting in my apartment at the end of a very busy weekend cleaning, tidying, unpacking, sorting and looking the wrong way when crossing the street, and I have nothing to do until nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
What to even say, then? My apartment is teeny tiny, but lovely. It's a ground floor one-bedroom apartment, and I'm waiting for the catch - it's nice, quiet, and cheaper than the cheapest studio on-campus graduate place - and it has a little bedroom with a little bed and desk and a little kitchen with a teeny stovetop and a teeny living-space with a big ugly sofa. I have my postcards and pictures and calendar up, and it looks homely for all there are only eight books in it.
I'm doing okay, too. On Saturday I went food shopping. It was... a little overhelming. It was very large. It had a LOT of stuff I have never heard of. Oh, it was very large. Can I even encompass how large it was without flapping my hands about and saying "oh, it was large!" I have never thought of Cowley Road Tesco with fondness before. Anyway, so, I went to what I am told is a perfectly ordinary grocery store, and looked for things like cherry tomatoes and bread and cheese and honey and cereal and tins of soup, and it was all going, if not fine, then bearably, until I tried to buy milk. I only put milk in my coffee; otherwise I don't drink it. Even when I was de facto living with Shim, we only got through one pint a week.
...one pint. Given that I didn't want soy milk, rice milk, lactose-free milk or vitamin-D-enriched milk, or organic milk, or milk from local farms, and I wanted it to be full-fat or whole or blue milk, depending on what you call it, I couldn't find a bottle with less than six pints.
I took a very deep breath and got over it and picked up two pints of organic milk instead, and tossed it into the trolley and headed to the checkout. Where a chirpy woman chirpily said, "I think you'll find this is the ten items or less line!"
Because I am well-balanced, and not at all rattled by my new surroundings, I shrieked, "Ten items or FEWER!" and ran metaphorically into the night.
Other than that I'm doing fine. I have a sunflower in a pot on my desk and some idea of what I'm doing tomorrow, and I want to take a quiet moment to tell you all how much I adore you and am grateful for you; I wouldn't have been so sad to leave if I had had nothing to leave behind. Thank you for sending me playlists and stories and good-luck messages, thank you for putting me up on your sofas and taking me around your cities and not minding when I cry all over you; thank you for being you and wanting me to be me. If I return from this year with half the numer of new friends and experiences that I had at Oxford, then it will be more than a success.
Have some music, for a thank you.
Vienna Teng - Recessional
who are you, taking coffee no sugar? / who are you, echoing street signs?
Vienna Teng - Leaving Atlanta (cover)
well if it's any consolation / it's a lot harder to be left
Crowded House - Weather With You
Julius Caesar and the Roman empire / couldn't conquer the blue sky
Laura Marling - Goodbye England (Covered In Snow)
and I never loved England more / than when covered in snow
Richard Shindell - I Am
I am New York harbour / I am the promised land
Louder Than Words (from "tick tick... BOOM!")
why do we play with fire
Tomorrow, orientation; now, dinner.
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on 2010-08-16 11:50 pm (UTC)I find grocery shopping intimidating. While the layouts are similar, they're not the SAME and on the rare occasions when we need higher quality ingredients or exotic ingredients, I have to go to the larger grocery in the city. It makes me cringe.
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on 2010-08-17 12:02 am (UTC)Also, because you introduced me to it, and because you mentioned it in your last/last but one post, too, I have been thinking of you. I'm glad America is going well, ridiculously large vats of milk notwithstanding. (Is that all one word? It looks silly.)
Shall download music later; shall love it, as always. *hearts*
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on 2010-08-17 12:03 am (UTC)I wish to apologize for the icky, sticky summer we're having here in New York (State). I hope autumn makes up for it. We will not speak of winter.
College town nonewithstanding, be sure your windows lock securely and that your front door does as well.
I'm trying to decide if you went shopping in a Wegman's, a Price Chopper or maybe...a Tops? (It's been years since I was in Ithaca.) Do not be afraid if you go inside a Wal-Mart. Well, be afraid, but don't let it get to you. You might prefer Target.
Whole milk is the way to go. 2% is okay, but you have to get used to it. Try looking in a Dunkin' Donuts or other convenience-type stores (they'll have free-standing upright coolers) for little plastic to-go type bottles of milk.
Good luck and have a great year!
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on 2010-08-17 12:03 am (UTC)(every time I go to a grocery store in another country I always wonder at how small it is - America really warps our perspective).
Ithaca is gorgeous and amazing and I hope you love it. Due try to check out the Saturday farmer's market - it's the best farmer's market ever.
Now that you've arrived, send me an email if you want me to put you in touch with my friends who live there.
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on 2010-08-17 12:22 am (UTC)Nice to see someone else appreciating Laura Marling! She is one of my favourites at the moment and Goodbye England (Covered In Snow) is one of my favourite tracks by her. I've got both her albums and really hope it won't be a long wait for the next one.
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on 2010-08-17 12:22 am (UTC)As for groceries, I'm American and I sometimes get overwhelmed in the store. Too many choices. (And I always go to the same couple of stores because I know where everything is and can get in and out in minimum time.) I second the recommendation to get your small amount of whole milk at a 7-11 or the like (just nothing else because it's generally hugely overpriced).
As for the names in your address book when you head back to the UK, I'm sure you'll have quite a list and not a few memories to go with it.
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on 2010-08-17 01:43 am (UTC)I'm glad I'm not alone. I'm sure I'll get used to it, but, eeek.
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on 2010-08-17 01:45 am (UTC)It's my favourite song, at least according to iTunes, but I can't listen to it any more at the moment. Too melancholy.
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on 2010-08-17 01:51 am (UTC)It was Wegmans. It was terrifying. Tops doesn't sell wine! And Target doesn't have very much in the way of fresh food. I am apparently doing some kind of survey, I don't even know.
(thank you!)
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on 2010-08-17 01:52 am (UTC)(Email on the way!)
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on 2010-08-17 01:54 am (UTC)/exaggerating (but only slightly)
I am glad you are settling in well. Hooray! You are brave!
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on 2010-08-17 01:56 am (UTC)Laura Marling is marvellous. A friend recommended her to me a couple of years ago and I've been a fan ever since; I think I like the first album a tiny bit better, but they're both fab.
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on 2010-08-17 01:59 am (UTC)Virtually all non-organic US milk is Vitamin D-enriched. It makes no difference in taste/preparation. Unless you have some particular medical reason to avoid D, you can simplify your life by accepting that kind.
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on 2010-08-17 02:07 am (UTC)I am so, so pleased you're living IN MY COUNTRY. I will beat up any and all Americans who aren't pleasant to you.
Also, don't feel bad, New York chain grocery stores make no sense whatsoever. Give me Safeway, Giant, or Kroger any day. (That said, my favorite chain grocery store name is Piggly Wiggly, which is mostly in the South.) Do they have a Trader Joe's in Ithaca? Go to TJ's and forget the rest.
Do not go to Walmart EVER FOR ANYTHING, Walmart is socially evil. Do Kmart or Target (or, of course, IKEA) for your home furnishing needs. Do CVS, Rite Aid, or Walgreens for toiletries and everyday non-grocery shopping.
...thus ends your Cheap Shopping in America lesson for the day. Sorry. I have major retail loyalty, apparently.
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on 2010-08-17 02:13 am (UTC)vitamin-D-enriched milk, or organic milk, or milk from local farms I suspect that if I were in the US, I'd be all tinfoil-helmety and buy organic; there's no requirement even to label for the bovine growth hormone that is banned in the EU and Canada among other places in the US.
If you can't find Twinings fruit teas in the US (I have no idea what you can find there!) I can most likely bring you some at Angels in America time; they're everyday things up here.
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on 2010-08-17 02:32 am (UTC)Thank you, my dear. I will investigate if they really aren't available or if it's just that I haven't found them yet, and if the former I might put in an order, thank you. :)
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on 2010-08-17 03:06 am (UTC)Target is also socially evil, alas, as is CVS, and IKEA is far away (Toronto or, I think, NYC).
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on 2010-08-17 03:10 am (UTC)Target is socially evil? Oh god, this makes me extremely sad. Luckily I haven't gone to CVS in aaages, since San Francisco was dominated by Walgreens. (SF also didn't have an IKEA, which defies logic; you had to go to the East Bay.)
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on 2010-08-17 03:12 am (UTC)Target's CEO has recently donated a heap of money to some homophobe's campaign fund, cheating the rules via the "corporations are people" loopholes.
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on 2010-08-17 03:20 am (UTC)At least I've already got all the furnishings for my apartment.