a Chicagoan in London
Perhaps I should re-title my blog. though one might argue that I'm not really a "Chicagoan" as I haven't lived in the city proper for, oh, 10-plus years? Still, I was really falling in love with Chicago while I was there this past month. But the time will come later to re-establish my roots, as well as reconnect with some old friends, write a few articles, paint, and all the other things I mistakenly thought I'd have time to do while I was at home.
Now is the time, yet again, for London. But it's a different London than the city I visited nearly a year ago. It's summertime, and the sun stays out 'til past 9 o'clock! It's a new neighborhood, just a little north from the old, but a world of difference: yummy bakeries and fresh organic produce right out the door (and no sign of the New Eagle Chinese Takeaway!).
But the biggest change is that I don't have to leave. That makes me very happy (and Tim, too, I think).
So now we're sorting out all the thorny bits. I think we've found a place to live. It's not the charming, freshly redone victorian garden flat that we dreamed of, but it's clean and has a huge kitchen. Next week, the real work begins: finding a job. Home, job, routine - eternally a work in progress.
