Remember how I said I didn’t mind rain? Well, now I do. My shoes are soaked, I’m soaked, where is my lovely snow, I miss it.
I spent my (early) morning watching the telly (because apparently, you don’t watch TV in London ;)) and trying to avoid BBC Sherlock spoilers. At which I failed. But I’m blaming the telly, the presenter said there wouldn’t be any spoilers and then showed a clip that was Sherlock’s equivalent of “I’m your father, Luke.”
Now I’m on my way to a study meeting with a friend. Which reminds me: I forgot his rice tea! Fortunately, I brought it with me to London but it’s sitting comfortably on the shelf under the telly. (This is to remind me to bring it with me next time we meet!)
I’m in London. It’s raining. Who would have thought… ? 😉
Anyway, it’s nice to be back. Everything is so familiar, even the rain. I’m taking Victoria line to Oxford Circus Station (not my favorite line but I really like OC Station) and then Central line to Northolt Station. As always, I keep forgetting that Brits call subway the tube/underground. So confusing.
(But it’s not cold, the weather is perfect for my not-winter-shoes!)
Or: I’m traveling again (though this time it’s a really short trip to London: Sunday to Thursday).
I was told that weather in London is quite depressing: cold and rainy (what’s new? ;)) but I’m really tired of this winter-y winter we have in Poland*, so I’m looking forward to this change.
My flight is in an hour and I’ve been waiting on this (small and crowded) airport for some time, which means I’m really bored and have nothing to do. I should be learning as I have lots of homework due Friday but this airport isn’t a good place for such things (not enough space for passengers and only two tiny coffee places). Plus, I’m yet to discover a good method for learning hiragana and katakana without writing individual chars. I feel like my mind is too old for that 😉
Oh, it’s snowing (AGAIN) outside.
There is this one thing I love about airports (apart from the name: air port – how cool is that?!): number of different languages you can hear in an hour, just sitting there and waiting for your flight. I especially like hearing languages I don’t recognize (= not European). If I were an extrovert, I would make a list of all languages and then try to ‘collect’ the ones I heard by asking ppl speaking in something I don’t recognize about their language/dialect. But I’m not, so I’ll stick to guessing (and occasionally trying to take a peek at someone’s passport).
*This MIGHT have something to do with the fact that my fav winter shoes got destroyed by a train few weeks ago and all my other shoes are really uncomfortable.
I now I’m biased but that’s how I’ve felt since yesterday evening, when I got the most perfect Christmas gift (in my family we give each other presents on the Christmas Eve).
(I’m in the middle of preparing Christmas dinner, so I’m gonna skip details and go to the most important part of my story.)
Anyway, I was opening my presents and found some rather useful ones, some funny ones, a book by Tolkien (obviously), and one volume of manga.
One volume of manga which made me really happy because seriously, parents seldom buy things like that. I thanked everyone, saw what others got and this was supposed to be the end of that evening. And then my mom gave me a box and said, “I forgot to put it under a tree.”
I found these inside:
All volumes of this particular manga that are available in Poland! I felt like crying and got a little bit too emotional. My hands were shaking, I couldn’t speak, started counting them and putting them in order… I probably looked like that:
I don’t remember the last time I was that emotional. And it wasn’t just about the fact that I got all of them, it was also about this element of surprise (I found out later that it was planned) and the fact that I got them from my parents. I still can’t believe it!
I have to go. But I want to wish you all the best Christmas/Hanukkah/Solstice/end of this year ever! Be merry!
I have a shitload of work to do and have been drinking all kinds of caffeinated drinks for days so I probably shouldn’t be surprised that this combination of work overload and sleep deprivation finally managed to awake my wanderlust. Which means I’m even more miserable because I don’t have time to leave my apartment for more than an hour a day. And that’s just not enough!
Today I finally caved and went for a longer walk (which reminded me so much of my midnight walks in London and Tokyo!). It was either that or going to sleep and I have too much work to even think about sleeping for next 36 hours.
I was rather pleasantly surprised by the weather: there was no icing and temperature was around ten degrees Celsius which is quite hot for December in Poland. I recorded the video below just four days ago:
▲ This is how Polish usually winter looks like. ▼ I’m not gonna complain about it yet, but I hope in about a week or so there’ll be more snow. At least that much:
BTW, anyone recognizes what I was listening to while recording the snow? How about a small hint? 😉