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Where have I been?

Right here.

Unfortunately this:

is my life now.  What I’m working on:  3500 words each on Oromo ethnicity and nationalism for my East Africa class, longterm conflict in Central Africa for Anthropology of Development class, and Lévi-Strauss’ structuralism in myth for Anthropological Theory class.  Plus a 2500 word review of Shadows of War by Carolyn Nordstrom, also for Development.

Classes are finished though, and the one exam I had was easy peasy.  So now I don’t have anything distracting me from essay writing!  Until James’ sister gets here tomorrow anyway…

James envies my student status and the ability to stay at home two days a week.

James:  Do you want to come to work with me and hide under my desk so I can pet you?

Elaine: What?  I’m not your pet.

James:  Well… we could snuggle in the closet then.

Bar Fridge Meal Planning

One tactic I’ve often used for budgeting is meal planning.  Usually I’d do it on at weekly basis, or sometimes I’d make meal plans as far as 2-3 weeks in advance.  I’d sit down with my recipe box, pick out what to make, and formulate a list from that.  Then I’d buy everything in one trip, except the perishables, which I would buy weekly.

This does not work when you have only a bar fridge.

At first I thought it would be pretty difficult to adjust, but hell, it’s been the norm for plenty of Brits, and half the world has no refrigeration at all, so I figure I can cope just fine.  And it has been very easy.

The first casualty of the minimalist regime was the condiments.  Gone are the days of having six bottles of salad dressing, two kinds of hot sauce, BBQ sauce, ketchup, three kinds of mustard, hoisin sauce, teriyaki sauce, four jars of jam, and of course the horseradish.  We have one kind of jam at a time, and at the moment none of the other standard condiments, because we haven’t cooked anything yet that they typically go on.

The second shot fired was the go-shopping-every-day cannonball.  My typical grocery bill these days is under £5, and I’ve only topped £10 once or twice.  The exception is the Saturday farmer’s market where I get all my vegetables - generally I will spend about £20 there and fill up most of my fridge.

Then instead of making specific recipes, I’ll generally just make three things, including one or two vegetables.  Steamed vegetable with a can of baked beans and biscuits for example.  Or baked tofu with stir-fried cabbage and green beans.  Or pasta with tomato sauce and roasted turnips.  Or baked potatoes and carrots and brown rice.  Soups have started to figure prominently.  You get the idea.  So once I get home, I look in the fridge, figure out what to make, and go buy what I need.  Usually it’ll be something like an onion and a jar of sauce.

Another result:  with the combo of only buying what I need right before using it, and having no room for things to get lost at the back of the fridge and turn into science experiments, there’s much less wasted food.

Fall in Stoke Newington

Autumn here has been lovely so far. I’d gotten used to Vancouver’s leaf sludge and feared more of the same here, but it hasn’t been so. A couple rainy days and that’s it.

I do still miss Vancouver - you don’t get that combination of sea and mountains here, for one. I miss my friends of course, and the relatively small size of Vancouver’s biking community that meant I’d often run into one of my friends when I was out for a ride or walking around the Drive. I haven’t met enough people here for that to happen yet, and I don’t expect I will in a year.

But there’s room in my heart for London, especially on a crisp sunny autumn day, when the best thing to do is take a walk in the park.

Better living through poverty

James and I typically like to keep things pretty tidy, have discovered a new way to keep things ship shape.

Now I already subscribe to the minimalist school, having less stuff means having less stuff lying all over the place making it untidy. But certain things you might have considered essentials?

Take a dish rack, for instance. They’re fairly cheap, you can get a crappy one at the pound store. But we figured that was one pound we could spend on beer instead. As a result, we have to dry and put away all our dishes just as soon as they’ve been washed. And our counters are always tidy as a result.

Or a laundry hamper. These cannot be had for less than £15, actually. Not if you want a decent looking one anyway, instead of a POS from Ikea. So all our dirty clothes go straight into the washing machine instead. And when they’re done, they go straight onto the drying rack. And when they’re dry, they go straight back into the drawers. Presto! Never any dirty clothes lying about.

Poverty’s not all bad.

Settling into a routine

Classes started this week for me, and James starts his new job Monday morning, so we’ve begun to settle into our routine.  My schedule is fairly good, except for the Friday thing.  I have classes Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays - would much rather have Fridays off.  But as long as I’m diligent enough to keep Wednesdays and Thursdays for my reading and writing, I should generally be able to have weekends.

Speaking of reading - oof!  I’ve had one lecture for each of my three classes (well four, but I’m auditing one) and have already gone through 8 books.  I returned 5 of them this morning (and yes, I did read at least one chapter from each) and I’ve got 4 more beside me to check out.  Plus the study packs of course.  The good news is there are no required texts and the study packs are all under £20.

All of my classes have one hour of lecture per week, plus two hours tutorial.  We’re expected to discuss the readings during the tutorial; the course outline lists some discussion questions to think of as well as one or two possible essay topics.  Each class is assessed by one essay (3,000-5,000 words) and one final exam, and one course has a 2,000 word book review as well.  Not too much work actually, but it is expected to be of excellent quality.

I’m feeling quite on top of things, even though it’s only the first week.  As long as I can maintain that position, things should work out very well for us.

I need a bike!

I left my house early this morning to go to school - not that classes have started or anything, in fact I’m not supposed to enrol until tomorrow - but there were free yoga classes at the Institute of Education, so I decided to go to the 9 am one.  My commute - 4.8 miles - took just over an hour on the bus.  The 73 if you want to know.  The bus was constantly being passed by cyclists and I wished I was out riding instead of being sat on the stupid bus.

Yoga was pretty good, I’d never done kundalini before, only hatha, so it was a little different and I was a bit out of practice, so some of the postures were actually pretty hard for me.  I did enjoy it though and I always like morning yoga.

I’m at the British Library again, it’s quite close to the school and has free wireless, plus I took the opportunity to look around some of their Treasures collection.  It includes the original handwritten manuscript of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Codices Sinaiticus and Alexandrinus among many other things.

It’s Orientation Week, so there are all kinds of events scheduled - this afternoon I’m planning on going to a scavenger hunt type thing at 1 and there’s an afternoon tea put on by the Christian Union at 3.  There’s also a foam party at some nightclub but the odds of me making an appearance there are extremely low.

On the husband front, James is pretty much done packing, will spend today cleaning, leave tomorrow, and arrive Wednesday!  I’m extremely happy about that.

Flat hunting success! and coping strategies

This’ll be a brief post, since I’m internetless and reliant on the library for the moment. Anyway, I found a nice flat in Stoke Newington and moved in on Tuesday. A few thins that still need to be taken care of are all the utilities, and a good chunk of the furnishing. Utilities are almost never included in the rent here, and the tenant generally deals with the utility company himself rather than through the landlord. Electric is easy, it’s often pay as you go - out in the hall there’s a little slot with a key card, and when I run out I take it down to the shop and top it up. I haven’t worked out gas, water, or internet yet. Internet will, unfortunately, take a while. And free wireless is hard to find. In any case, I’ve got a home.

Something that is a bit hard about it though is loneliness. For the first two weeks when I was couch-surfing I always had a friend around, but not anymore. A few things I’ve been doing to help cope with the alone time, homesicknss, and husbandlessness: first, knitting. I started a sock in the airport waiting for my flight here, and finished it a few days ago. Then when I moved in I started the second sock. Every time I start getting upset about whatever’s happening - missing James or whatever - I work on my sock. Sounds cheesy, but it helps.

I’ve also been taking lots of walks around the neighbourhood. I really like it a lot, and the weather has been rather helpful. Today was a gorgeous warm sunny autumn day, and I took a nice walk around Clissold Park. It was beautiful, and really helped me feel a lot better.

Lost in London

I arrived in London on Wednesday the 9th, and have been pretty busy since then.

One dilemma that newcomers can face is finding a flat and a bank account.  A lot of people may find they need one to get the other.  I popped into HSBC and found it fairly easy to get an account there - they have a Passport account for newcomers to the country.  Now I don’t know how good this account actually is, it costs £8 a month and I don’t know if the account benefits in themselves are worth that, but the main benefit is that I can get one of these accounts without a UK address, and thus I can actually get a flat here.

I also have a cell phone for the first time in my life.  So far I’ve managed not to turn into a zombie, we’ll see how long that lasts.  It was fairly easy, a SIM card with a phone number was £3, having it unlocked cost £6, and I got a £15 pay-as-you-go plan which I think gives me 200 minutes and 100 texts and unlimited airtime to other phones on the same network.  Not too shabby I guess.

So I’m back to my old nemesis, flat hunting.  It’s nerve wracking for me really, balancing proximity to school, budget, size, and how nice the flat/neighbourhood is.  Our budget is fairly rigid, I don’t think we can go much higher than £800 a month.  Proximity is the next most rigid, staying within 5 miles or zone 2 would be really really ideal.  As for attractiveness we’re more flexible, we don’t mind sketchy areas as long as they’re not actually dangerous.  We decided size is most flexible, to a point.  As long as there actually is a bit of living space, you know.  Given the same rent we’d take a smaller flat in a nicer neighbourhood.

So that’s our most pressing issue at the moment, I’ve looked at two flats and have walked around several different neighbourhoods to get a feel for them.  One of the flats was fairly decent but I hesitate to pick one of the first few, since I just don’t have any frame of reference.  Tomorrow I’ll be heading out to a couple more and stopping in at a few estate agents.  Wish me luck!

A week of lasts

Good news, the visas have landed! I got an email last Tuesday saying that they’d been issued, and they were delivered two days later. Very happy news.

So that kicked off a week of frantic activity - booking flights, packing, getting rid of more things, putting more things in storage, and so on.

It’s also been an emotional week for me. I finished up with work, my first proper job out of university. My last run of the gauntlet that is Dunsmuir Street at 8:45 on a weekday morning. My last visit to the bike shop. My last Main St. hill bomb (and it was an excellent bomb). Last stroll down Commercial Drive, last visit to the beach, last time seeing my friends. Last paycheque… eek!

Tonight’s my last night at this house, and I’m really emotional about that too since it is indisputably the best apartment in the world. I made some excellent potato leek soup (from potatoes and leeks we grew in our own garden!) and had our last dinner on the porch, which has become one of our favourite summer traditions.

I’m kind of wondering if I’ll wake up in London on Wednesday going “Oh NO, what the shit have I DONE!?” I don’t know what exactly is in store for me but I know it’s going to be exciting and it’s going to be fun.