My excitement for affordable Chinese groceries evaporated quickly. I walked over to the alleged address on the weekend, and where I thought it was was actually…. a Coral betting shop. Very anti-climactic! As I later found out, there are eight 395 Edgware Roads in London, who knew that it was such a popular street name? I am hoping to boot it up there today during my funemployment time.
In other news, we’ve had a few visitors over the past couple of days, and it’s almost like we never left home. My cousin Ben came to visit en route to Germany for work, and then Sarita came over for dinner last night, and we had some good laughs.
I start working on Monday at the think tank, and I’m excited to do so - not only because London can get pretty darn expensive when you’re unempoyed, but the work is also going to be really interesting. And it’s not too far from where we are right now, about 4 tube stops away.
Over the past couple of days I’ve been running a few errands - we finally have our internet set up, got a shipment of furniture from Argos, and I even went to the dentist (insert joke about bad teeth). It was very strange - the dentist warned me against eating any fruit outside of a meal because it was bad for my teeth (?!) - this was pretty much the first time that I have ever heard anyone advising against eating fruit. Very bizarre!
Last Thursday I brought Andy along to Oli’s dance performance at The Place, which is a little theatre close to Euston station. It really hit home to me how much I miss the arts. What I love about them, whether its dance, music, painting, drawing, etc, is that it taps into the subconscious. After awhile you are not really thinking anymore, it’s this strange zone where you’re just on autopilot. The whole process of it is so unbelievably mind clearing - something that I haven’t had the luxury of doing for a long time! And same thing, when we went to Andy’s cousin Alex’s studio in Edinburgh, I just felt so at home - there is this specific smell to art studios, something between newsprint, paint and plaster and glue, that is so comforting - it reminded me a lot the art classes that I took all through school and working at the Art Gallery of Ontario, and I realized how much I miss all of it. Perhaps I will take some short courses again at Central St. Martin’s, since it’s going to be really close to my office! </end George Costanza architect/marine biologist moment>
On that note, I’m off to get the day started.