A couple of weeks ago, I hopped on a train from Glasgow to London for the weekend. I was running late (as always), and managed to catch my train with just a few minutes to spare – without breakfast and … Continue reading
Last weekend I headed down to London, initially to meet up with a friend. We spent the Sunday together, strolling around London, and eventually decided to find some vintage markets. Brick Lane was where we eventually decided on and, after … Continue reading
This weekend I was in London and found myself at the British Museum, staring eyes-wide at the antiquities it holds. I meandered through various displays, but as I always do, I found myself drawn towards the Egyptian artifacts and replicas. … Continue reading
I am sorry that my posting recently has been, well, non-existent. I could make a million excuses, but ultimately it has come down to me not being in the right mindset and not doing anything to change that (or just posting anyway; apparently I have zero discipline!). To combat this terrible attitude I managed to adopt, I decided to get proactive and made some changes (including cutting my hair and buying apple and cinnamon tea!), so expect proper blogging to resume next week!
In the meantime, enjoy some photos from my magical trip to the Scottish Highlands last weekend. It was absolutely stunning; pictures and words cannot do it justice.
This week has been incredibly hectic. My work piled up and I am still climbing my way through it this weekend. The most travelling I did was visiting a new coffee shop (which was pretty good, by the way), and … Continue reading
Taking a slight geographical and time detour for this week’s postcard. Egypt was the first foreign country I visited, all the way back in 2010. The first landmark I saw there was one of the Great Pyramids, and it was … Continue reading
[In the spirit of trying to keep track of my going-ons, I am going to do monthly updates in the form of letters addressed to the month. This is the first month, September 2013.] *** You have been an interesting … Continue reading
Right now, I may or may not want to curl up in bed and sleep for days. And when I say, “may or may not”, I mean I definitely want to. My body has became an incubator for disease and … Continue reading
Scotland is where I have been now for almost two weeks. It honestly feels like so much longer; I feel so comfortable in this city that it’s less like arriving in a new place and more like coming home. My … Continue reading
Finally, I have arrived at the place I’ve been dreaming about for so long: Glasgow, in Scotland, in the United Kingdom. It feels almost surreal, but in the same breath I feel already completely at home.
As I explained to my Mum, I feel comfortable on these streets. I found my building among a row on other buildings that look identical (with some help from the friendliest postman I have ever encountered (they still deliver mail on foot here!)) and climbed up the steps. My key fit into the heavy, black door and opened to a slightly dilapidated foyer with a high ceiling and echoing emptiness. My hands ached as I dragged my luggage upstairs (my back not too much, thanks to buying a proper backpack), fingers already sore from having walked for at least fifteen minutes already to get to here. Six flights of stairs took me to the top floor, where my apartment sat on the top floor. It was with a sigh of relief and accomplishment that I swung off my backpack in the doorway and dragged my other bags inside. The place is dark and empty, but it’s mine (for the next three months anyway).
My roommates haven’t arrived yet, and I have since spent the entire time inside – mostly due to an over-tiredness that led me to sleep at four-thirty in the afternoon yesterday. I woke at one-thirty a.m. and wondered if anyone else had arrived; the hall light was on and I couldn’t remember if I had left it on or not. (It turns out that I must have left it on, as I still see no signs of anyone else living here.) The building is old (oh, bless!) and I can hear footsteps echoing into my room – at first I thought that meant my flatmates had arrived, but after consistently looking around to try and find them, I am resigned that it must be the sounds from the apartment next-door to mine. It’s weird that I could be alone in this apartment for just days… or even a week (if they’re not international students like I am).
Soon I will head outside; firstly to eat (I am waiting for midday so I can have lunch out) and then to find a supermarket for food. As I am unfamiliar with Glasgow and can only use Google Maps on Wi-Fi because I lack a local phone plan, I am wary to venture too far until I acquire a physical map (which appears a rarity in this current day and age, where the direction to my apartment were printed from the internet and the person giving me my keys said, “Oh, you’re walking there? It’s a good fifteen-twenty minute journey… do you have Google Maps?”). There is limited street signs, which makes it even less easy to figure out where to go (and many of them are on building walls – something that seemed charming on screen and less so now that I have to rely on them to navigate). Not to mention that within a small area, the streets tend to have the same name with a different suffix! Near me there is Lynedoch Pl, Lynedoch St, and Lynedoch Cr. Madness. Streets also melt into one another without any visible cues; I walked down three differently-named streets that were all a part of the same asphalt.
I do love it, though, and I’m sure, with time, I will get used to navigating the streets with ease. My building is quite close to a park (something I didn’t know of until I arrived and that sends my nature-loving heart aflutter), and the view from my room overlooks it. The cupboard in my room backs directly onto the radiator, which slightly unnerves me because in Australia we wouldn’t dare put anything against a heater. There’s a boiler control in the kitchen which says it’s turned on, and yet I can’t get hot water in the shower.
So, I shall see what comes next.