Showing posts with label London. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London. Show all posts

last Saturday

was rainy and dreary :( But we had an amazing day at Burrough Market. We walked from stall to stall having little nibbles while we sipped Pimms and prosecco. We bought some filet steaks, jumbo shrimp, fresh bread, sweet chili dip, and some cheeses to make an amazing dinner. Here's a few pics from our afternoon . . .

tasty pizza that I had a slice of for lunch 

entering the market -
it's underneath the train tracks so mostly covered for rainy London afternoons

BF @ BM

biggest pots of curry ever

seafood green thai free samples 

don't mind if I do . . . 


I'm clearly very excited to be buying some wine

rainy day

Mom would've been loving this 

ostrich egg and meat

fish anyone?

we brought home some of this sweet chili paste, tasty and pretty 

we'll be back



what's up with the x?

For some reason I remember my dad or one of my guy friends making a comment on Ash's facebook wall a while back. Whoever it was wrote something along the lines of ''everyone else put an x at the end of their post so I will too. x'' .... I have no idea why I thought about this today, but I figured I should explain the ''x''.  


It obviously, or not so obviously, is the x in the common phrase (?) xoxo. It means a kiss. And it is a really popular way of ending a comment or text in the UK. I know that many Americans use it and it's not that strange but it did take some getting used to when I moved here. Evvveryone puts it on the end of emails / texts. Even in a long texting - conversation, most texts end in an x. I almost feel rude if I don't put an x. Like the receiver won't know that I mean whatever it is that I've written in a friendly way. Also it's not a flirty kiss, just a friendly one. Boys sign off with an x to other boys and girls to other girls and boys to girls and whatever ... it's just a friendly little ending. It's one English habit that I have completely picked up on and totally love and endorse. More xs in the USA!

Here's an example of some texts between me and my friend Michelle -


K - are you coming here after work today? x
M - yea I'll be there around 5:30. x
K - ok cool, see you then. x
M - can't wait. xx


I mean are all those kisses really necessary? Who knows? Who cares. Just thought I would share. Hope you enjoyed this random tidbit for the day. x

pic of the day

I took this pic on the way to my exam last month. I figured it could mean good luck for me too, and guess what?! It did. I passed. Hallelujah

However .... I don't officially have my masters degree yet. My exam still needs to be reviewed by an external exam board in November. The grade that I received last week is from the internal exam board and is called a preliminary pass. The external exam board in November is very unlikely to change the grade given by the internal board, they sort of just make everything official. Thennnn I get my actual degree in January. Everything is so dragged out. But the good news is that all the work is done, no more class, dissertation is finished, no more exams! Phew!

So what's happening now? 

After the official results in November I can apply for my next visa. It's called a post-study-work-visa, is good for 2 years, and allows me to work full time! Booya. 

In the meantime I can come and go in and out of the country until September 30th.  From September 30th until I get the next visa I've got to stay put. This makes travel plans pretty tricky. Ash and I are planning our first ever vacation together for September! Weird huh? We met in the most tropical of vacation destinations, but since then we've just had weekend trips here and there and trips to the good ol US of A. Don't get me wrong, I love those trips more than anything but I need a little sun, sand and sea - just me and my man. 

Next trip Home is up in the air. If I can get my visa in time I'll be there for some turkey and mashed potatoes - I haven't had a Thanksgiving at Home since 07! If I don't get the visa in time then put a present under your tree for me cause I'll be there for Christmas! Either way you know I will be over the moon to be there. 

So - no more school, vacation with the huni at the end of the summer, Home again at some point in 2011? LIFE IS GOOD :)

Speaking of playing tourist in London - I forgot to mention how much fun I had when Corey was in town. My friend Megan said it best that one of the most fun parts about living in a foreign country is showing people around when they come to visit. Ash and I played tour guide and had a sightseeing / pub crawling weekend. Here's a few of my favorite pics - 

on our way to meet the boys at their hostel - had to snap a pic for Mom 


boy bff & bf :) 


outside Buckingham Palace 










pub stop number 1 of 7


can you come back please?! 


keeping up with the boys


Jordan clearly didn't enjoy himself at all 




happy tourist 
This past Friday Ash and I used a groupon for a cheese wine tasting at the tallest bar in London. We sniffed, swirled, slurped, and acted fancy schmancy. The views were beautiful and we had an amazing night -  I love playing tourist in this city! 

hey handsome

walk in the park after work on the way to the bar 


spring time on the river Thames 

cheers

our wine instructor & Ash 



last week, phone rings ...

Me: Hi Sandy!
G: No it's not Saaaandy, it's Georgieeee!!!
Me: Oh hi George, how are you?
G: Good, are you coming over? Excuse me Mum can you please go in the other room, I'm on the phone with Kaitlyn.
Me: Come over tonight?
G: Yea right now. My mum will make you some dinner.
Me: Why don't you make me dinner?
G: Ok I'll make coffee.
Me: Well that's not really dinner?
G: And cooookies!
Me: That sounds wonderful but how about next week?
G: Noooo, make Uncle Ash drive you over here riiiight now.
Me: Probably not tonight babes.
G: Tomorrow? Oh wait that's my movie night. Fine see you next week. Here's my mum.

Can not wait to give a big huge squeezie hug to my 4 year old bff tonight :)))
Are these guys cute or are these guys cute? These pics are actually from last week but I had a visit with my fav little munchkins again last night. I've been trying to see them once a week lately because 1 - they look forward to it, like I'm some cool special visitor or something  2 - they are growing up so stinkin fast and 3 - no matter how tired I am or how stressful my day has been, playing with them makes it all better. They especially love a visit from Ash. Jack looks up to Ash so much. He gets so excited to tell him things like how he did on his spelling test or in swim practice. When Ash isn't there all I hear is ''can Ash come next week?!'' And Georgie has recently started calling him ''Uncle'' Ash. I asked her if this makes me ''Aunt'' Kait but apparently it doesn't. If I ever call him just Ash she gets an attitude and is all like ''you mean UNCLE Ash''. She starts out shy at the beginning of the night but by bedtime she forgets I'm even there and only wants a story from Uncle Ash. It's pretty much the cutest thing I've ever seen. I'm not seeing them for a whole month but I am already looking forward to my next visit, they better not grow at all between now and then.


living in England ...

Let me start this post by saying - I am not complaining. I love love love mine and Ash's flat. It's super cute and cozy, in a great location, with rent that we are able to afford (well almost afford, but when I'm working full time again it'll be all good). When I walk into this apartment I feel at home, and that makes me happy. I am writing this to point out some differences between apartments in America and apartments in England. The point of this blog is for me to write about being an American living in England, even though I get really distracted sometimes (mostly about food).


I realize that some of the things that I say may make me sound like a spoiled bitch but keep in mind that I did spend the majority of my years in Cary, North Carolina. Carytopia as Ash calls it, where my closet was the size of the average Londoners bedroom. Man I miss that closet! So although it may sound like complaining, I am just writing about the things that it's taken me a while to get used to.


Gone is my big closet in Cary and my 2 decent sized closets in my bedroom in Wilmington. My closet here is tiny non-existant. Places here are just not built with them. Wardrobes are all the rage, and don't get me wrong, I love a wardrobe, they are a great way to organize clothes. Much better than a dresser because you can hang things so they are almost like a little mini closet. But the problem is that 1 is not enough for me. I want like 10, in addition to my closet. Or at least 2 - spring/summer and fall/winter. And I would also like a coat closet instead of these hooks on the wall.
shoes in the hallway nook and under the bed because of the no closet situation

organization is the key to the success

our bed is one of those fold down ones, but we never put it up 
because I've got so much crap stored underneath it! 

this is the rest of our place, isn't it cute? 
Those boxes next to the bed are more of my attempts at storage.


Storage in general seems to be the biggest thing that I struggle with here. In the kitchen there aren't any food pantries so the cupboards get filled up with canned goods, pasta, bread, and whatever else doesn't go in the fridge. It's not like I can afford a million cool appliances and different sets of dishes for the holidays. But if I could afford to trick out my kitchen it would be really hard to do so cause I don't know where I'd put everything!


Even the fridges in England have limited space. The majority of the houses that I've been to in England have a fridge somewhere in between the size of a normal American fridge and the fridge that you'd keep in your college dorm room. I guess Americans need bigger fridges cause there is so much more variety of food to fill the fridge with.


In addition to a big fridge, one thing that I miss is having a dishwaher, a rare thing to find in the average English flat. In replace of a dishwasher you get a lovely washing machine in the kitchen. Yes the kitchen. I know, I thought it was really weird too when I moved here but apparently it's the norm. I don't understand this at all but I've gotten used to it. But I will never ever ever get used to not having a dryer. It's just weird how uncommon they are. So how do we dry our clothes? With these handy guys -



If we had a dryer I would still like to hang things, obviously not everything can go in the dryer. But not having the option to throw something in the dryer is so frustrating. Washing sheets = an-entire-weekend-long-nightmare-of-a-project.

One thing I do love about English homes is radiators. Instead of having the heat come through vents like we do, they have radiators in every room. When I first got here I thought that sleeping against the radiator would make my butt catch on fire in the middle of the night, but Ash informed me that it's just hot water running through the pipes so I run no risk of turning into a big ball of flames. Radiators in the bathrooms means warm towels and radiators in the living area means the closest thing that I have to quickly drying clothes.






The only real complaint difference in the bathrooms here are the faucets. There is a hot and cold so when washing your face and hands you have the option of freeeezing cold or reallly super hot, there is no way to make it in between. Annoying? Yes. Unbearable? No. Just takes getting used to. Also there are no plugs in the bathroom at all. Not just our bathroom, all bathrooms. I guess English people are afraid of getting electrocuted which makes sense but it means that my blowdrying and straightening activities take place in the living room. 

How cute is our bathroom? And relatively huge. I love reading in the bath. 


Another strange thing about the plugs here besides the fact that there aren't any in the bathroom, is that they have little on/off switches. That took a while to get used to and a few times of wondering why the blender or toaster wasn't working - the plug wasn't on, duh. 


That ends my rant discussion of differences between American apartments and English ones. Hope you found this somewhat interesting. Now go sit in your closet for a while and be thankful. 

pub life

Pubs (short for public house - who knew?) are one of the best things about living in the UK. When I googled ''how many pubs in London'' the estimate was around 7,000. There is literally a pub on every corner. I've counted at least 8 within a 2 minute walking distance from my work. And it's not just in the city center, everyone in England seems to have a ''local'' - a pub that you can get wasted at and then walk home. The pub is a huge part of English culture and has been the host of many of my most fun nights since I've been living here. At Home it seems like going out for drinks always has to be a planned event. You have to think about who is going to drive, what you're going to wear etc. Going to the pub is super laid back (almost as good as going to the beach bars in Wilmington), you can dress up or down and you'll fit in ...  and then you can just walk your drunk self on home. Below are some pics of my favorite pubs around town.

The first pub that I ever went to in London on my trip over in 2006, as recommended by Darren Buer. Also met Aunt Shell here for a beer and fish and chips in 2009.

The Moon, Ash's family's local - we went here my very first night visiting Ash, also the home of Christmas Eve and many other drunken nights.

Warming up at our local, The Toby Carvery across the street from our flat.

One of the many many pubs near my work.

The Sun - Ash's after work spot 

The White Hart, one of London's oldest pubs - it opened in 1216!

these pictures are making me thirsty! happy friday :)