A couple of weeks into the job and feeling pretty settled. It’s a temp assignment so I’m still looking, but the free floating anxiety over entering a workforce in a different country has faded a bit as it becomes clear that the broad strokes are basically the same. The coffee is instant but otherwise I could almost as easily be working in a San Francisco office.
Eastleigh is small but has enough to keep me busy during a lunch break, including a bunch of charity shops and a tiny little market on Thursdays. But the best part is that from door to door my commute is under forty minutes, with only fifteen of those being the train ride. It’s not really enough time to dive into a novel but I am getting back on the podcast wagon at least.
Beyond that, the exploration of Southampton continues apace. John and I have now visited the Waterloo Arms for beer and scotch eggs, and the Wellington Arms for a pre-pho pint with his parents. There is a third pub equidistant, because of course there is, but we have not been there yet. Where we have been is a very cool local brewery called The Dancing Man, which is located in a medieval wool storage house and which John’s parents kindly took us to lunch at. The food and beer where great, although I did have to get all American at some people who were not controlling their children.
Now the weather has turned very cold, with the weather news promising sleet and all sorts of horrors but I think I may finally have enough sweaters.