Why England is Weird, Why I am Grateful

So, my time here so far has been short, but already there are some strange things I am adjusting to. Here a few reasons why I think England is strange:

- I cannot see prairies for miles and miles, there are hills in the way
- On these hills are sheep
- Their electrical plugs are shaped differently, with a switch to turn it on
- They drive on the left side of the road, drivers seat on the right (I have only opened the wrong door once)
- They do not have stop signs! Just round abouts
- They have Prawn Cocktail Crisps (Sorry Keaston, weird!)
-A fox just waltzed across my garden (Maybe not weird, but interesting!)
- Everyone has a slightly different accent, though mine is still the most different (My cousin giggled at it)

But as strange as it is, it is beautiful. No hate.


For the more serious part of this blog. I haven't done much adventuring yet, more adjusting and seeing family. I have had many thoughts of whether or not I have done the right thing, if this was the right choice for me. I have not yet reached the answer to this question, and doubt I ever will, but hope I can look back and think I have made a good decision, whether it was right or wrong I will never know, you can never know if what you did was the right thing, but be confident in what you choose and what you did. You cannot look back, only forward and appreciate every moment good and bad. I hope to discover a lot over this trip, about England and its surrounding as well as my self, who I am and my strength.

I have been very anxious my time here so far, with many thoughts of worry, meeting new friends, remembering and staying in touch with friends/family in Winnipeg, finding a job (and the many things it takes to get there), and simply being happy with no regrets.As the days pass, my anxiety grows less, but I am still swarmed with these thoughts, I hope soon they will fade and I can truly settle in, comfortable with my decision, enjoy every minute, and sleep a little easier.

I was looking through my profile pictures on Facebook, and realized I cannot have one compliant. Yes, I am sure I have had them, but I can not have a true compliant. I have had hard times, but they always taught me something, whether it was during the experience or in after thought. I have had problems, and will face more that are harder and more overwhelming, but must stay confident then I can always fill my life with happiness, even when it seems so far away, it will always find me, that these experiences teach me. I am thankful for those experiences and what they have taught me and those who have been there along the way. I have wonderful people in my life, and memories to cherish. I can only be thankful for what I have.

I try and surround myself with people that keep me happy and I believe that are meant to be in my life and are there for a reason. They are there to help teach me something, be it patience or forgiveness I think this has helped me along my way and kept me strong. I should thank God more often for what he has given me and what he has helped me to learn. I hope to carry this grateful idea with me throughout this testing year, and can continue to hold this idea throughout my life.

I apologize that these thoughts are a little scattered, but that's mostly my brain right now. I hope everything is well in your life and you are finding happiness, much love!

Roo - Likes Blackberries and apples and always has this face on

Snail!

This one is for Nico :)

I plan on selling this to Microsoft for one of their backrounds

Angel without a hand

Chip off the block

I don't know why I think this shot is cool, but its cool

This reminds me of Alice in Wonderland

Love from England,
Jessie

The Montreal Kerfuffle

My flight to England was the first flight I would be taking on my own. I said goodbye to my beautiful and wonderful family and friends, and headed towards my newest adventure. And it began as nothing less then that, an adventure.

The flight from Winnipeg to Montreal went without problems, going by quickly with happy notes from loved ones to keep me smiling. I remained very unsure of the whole thing, scared and nervous and ready to be with family. Wandering around Montreal airport by myself was incredibly overwhelming and gave me questioning thoughts of whether I could actually do this, move away, away from my friends and family to a very unfamiliar place. I had many questions, but didn't want to break my pride, seem like the lost kid and ask someone, I wanted to be independent. That plan soon failed and gain in to ask for help.

I sat impatiently in the airport just wanting to be in England and have my travelling days end. Soon, an announcement that my flight had been delayed. Another announcement told me it was going to be delayed further, and finally a third telling me my flight was cancelled. I tried to remain calm, but frantically typed to Keaston of what was going on and he helped me figure out what to do. I was then herded to collect my baggage, and then wait in a line for a bus that would take me to a hotel.

I wanted to be independent and grow over this trip, but I wasn't thinking like this or this quickly. I sat on the dark bus, staring out into Montreal, lit by streetlights, unable to see the city and enjoy it. I listened to a group of French speaking friends natter to each other, who seemed unfazed by the frustrating night of waiting and lines. It made me think of my friend and how we would be the loud kids at the back of the bus showing everyone how carefree and young we are.
I finally got to fall into bed, with Charlie the Canada bear in hand, still unsure of what was going to happen tomorrow, but ready to give into the many Gravol I had taken in the day.

Day 2 I stared out into downtown Montreal, unable to go see it up close due to little time and an unscheduled flight. The travel of day 2 held a long bus ride due to ridiculous traffic, Rural Alberta Advantage and two young English kids sitting behind me playing and talking, rather eloquently for being so young ( I guessed about 6 and 10). How perfect stranger can make things more bearable without even knowing it. I had a good laugh at the little girl singing "Everyday I'm Hating you" to the tune of Party Rock Anthem.

The rest of my travels went fairly quickly, and I don't remember much of it. Perhaps nothing really memorable happened, or just lack of sleep caused some lack of memory. The plane ride had movies, warm blankets and mediocrefood and passed fairly quickly.I was welcome to England with a warm hug from mum and my Uncle David. Some more travelling, driving home from the airport. When I arrived to my English home, I soaked in my lovely new room and fell into my welcoming bed, exhausted.

Montreal, the Tease

My wound from having to much baggage



Charlie and Montreal, he loved it




What do you expect being stuck in a hotel? C'mon



Really, it was a beautiful city. From windows.

Now, this is my first blog.Ever. So I'm not sure what it's supposed to hold. But I'm thinking it's going to hold my thoughts, experiences and pictures from the next few months, and hopefully it's interesting enough to read. I hope to update weekly (This is more a goal for when I start doing stuff). So, that's my first entry. Good.

Love from England,
Jessie