Observations on a Foreign Country 3 Weeks after Immigrating
just in case you didn't know, I moved to London, England. I've been here for just over 3 weeks.
it's been my dream to live in this country since I could remember, mostly because anything I've ever liked has come from here.
I have not yet decided if I like it. The weather is confusing to me. In the sun, everything is beautiful and historical; in the rain, everything is shit.
In point form (since that's my specialty), here are some observations on London.
no one is fat like I thought they would be.
there are a lot of blondes with distinguished noses.
everyone wears high heels and dresses nice. all the jeans are skinny; the flare is either not cool yet, or isn't cool anymore.
everything sounds like an emergency. the subway door closes, and it's a high pitched beeping as if an alarm's been set off. when you cross the street in Canada, there's a pleasant chirping noise to let blind people know it's okay. Here, there's nothing about the sound that's okay. also, the sirens are low and slow (lethargic, really) as if they don't really care if they save your life. Canada's sirens are keen and ready for action. Good thing Dustin Hoffman lives here.
the museums are free, so that's pretty awesome. everyone in the paintings vaguely resemble all the blondes with distinguished noses.
the indian food really is the best.
the grocery stores have everything made for you. it's amazing.
there's a place called Tooting; there's Upper Tooting, Tooting High Street, and Tooting Bec Commons. clearly the brits have a sense of humour.
Here's a picture of me looking not so confused when it stopped raining for 5 seconds.
Here's a picture of me sensing rain and therefore crawling back into myself for shelter.
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