Illness of The Home

As of today, I have been in England for a month. It doesn't feel like it's been that long, and I feel like I haven't done much, it basically doesn't feel like much. And I am not sure if it should feel like much? I have made it a month, so I am decently proud of that. But desperate for a regular routine, which I hope I can put together soon. I have the first step of volunteering at a nursery in an after school club, I am doing that for a couple weeks and see what evolves from it after! I have done a bunch of paperwork to go out with my cousin who is a visiting nurse to go with her on work experience. I really hope that it works out and I can go see what it is like, and get a better idea of nursing and that it is what I want to do.

I am itching to get a job, something regular, something to do. But I am taking small steps, not looking too far ahead, and focusing on one thing. I think that will be a large thing to remember in my time here, taking my time, focus on what I am doing, and try not to worry too much. We'll just have to see how that goes.

I got my first English Starbucks today, I don't know how I survived so long without. I have been desperate for some for ages, and was very happy to finally get my Starbucks fix. And next time I visit a Starbucks, I may have to accidentaly bring a resume and an application. Complaints on free coffee? No.

The other night I had my first feeling of real "home sickness". I was laying in bed, and thought about my bed in Winnipeg and how much I missed it, I even teared up a little. There is something so comforting about your own bed, the warm safety and security, I am not sure what it is, but I was desperately wanting to ship it over to have that familiar comfort. My feeling of home sickness was not that for the people (as I do miss them terribly, but still keep in touch, which is SO helpful) but more for Winnipeg. Just the little things, places I frequently go and see, the things I know. And I thought of what it would be like to being going to University with my friends. How much easier it would have been to have stayed put and gone to school. But, I could not deny this opportunity that was presented to me, as hard as it is, and I hope I can make it worth it, having no regrets.

Also, after some complaints of the hard to read font of the blog, it has been changed!

Creme Brule Macchiatto, so pleased.

My happy fingers after all super glue was removed (after 3 days). I thought this photo was fun, and may play around with the idea a bit more!

Happy Tuesday!
Love from England,
Jessie